what has not got my heart in it shall we be dubbed sir names
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wither million blither tongues mounting bristling guilt frames
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in the fake - ache of the gloomloom slippers slap me alive!
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the hour hands down a miracle to spend with ugly types
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so we can catch and thread a minstrel bleed a tower down to its ankles
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so we can't go up or stay up find the thumb dumb in your ear brain
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get unfunny! such as choirs do why the clocklock bought up this one
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just when things seemed so paperparrent like my toothface? like my out-do?
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capers... capers...
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oh a streak, o'treacly ink-inks tied my knees all up in elbows
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erase that lapsing smile tub lose the slip of the small soap-fellows
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account the addups till I do-nots are we balanced? we're in business!
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idle tidal, rush in, tried all with a limb's...all legs and armour
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I had a dreadful diehood diehard, drunken, sunken, monk-heart
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oh I had a wonderful diehood thanks to my fa, fa, family
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