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We move more than I would like to gamble
I came with my pulverize crawling weakling warning
My favorite come and lie here
Under my bed or deeper under my fingers
We're on my hands and knees in times of winding
We night it's only when we civilize that worm
For vagrant time we need it
What secret of your knowing is there beginning
For chance to beal believe it believe it [?]
His window's nest is growing cold, cold, cold
Set sail a norture and we work a lot, your going home?
