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We see our own vision that no one understands
These sheets tell of regret.
I killed my dinner with Karate.
I like my women with their hair long.
Motion gives up on you in the end.
Your actions are illogical
Life is sweet at the bottom of the sea.
I don't care how you shine.
Turn off the light's, to turn her on.
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