Answer
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You
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can
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huff
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and
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you
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can
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puff,
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But
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you'll
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never
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destroy
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that
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stuff
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Finally,
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I
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see
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why,
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I
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suppose
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Kids
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you
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better
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change
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your
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feathers
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'cause
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you'll
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never
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fly
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with
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those
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things
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In
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"These
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Nights,"
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the
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boys
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sing
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"Hello,
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emptiness,
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I
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heard
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you're
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alright
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I've
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heard
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you're
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alright,
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I've
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heard
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of
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you"
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A
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Answer
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body
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aching,
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fragile
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and
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pale
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Dark
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valleys
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house
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its
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trail
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Why
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can't
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you
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see
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that
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a
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life
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in
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art
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and
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a
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life
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of
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mimicry,
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it's
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the
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same
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thing?!
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The
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room
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was
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crowded
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And,
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though
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you
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couldn't
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care
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less
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about
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it,
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that
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much
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was
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true
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That
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much
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Another
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version
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of
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this
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miniature
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Rome
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to
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Answer
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set
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fire
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to,
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Why
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did
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we
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stop
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fucking
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around?
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Girls
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like
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gazelles
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graze
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boys
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wearing
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bells,
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blaze
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new
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trails
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in
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sound
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I
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looked
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up
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I
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looked
|
around
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A
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famous
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Toronto
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painter
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shot
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me
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down
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"Oh,
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I've
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busted
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my
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ass
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on
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these
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streets
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too
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long,"
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he
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said
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I
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set
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fire
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to
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the
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bed
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and
|
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Answer
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tore
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his
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gown
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Felt
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some
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mercurial
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presence,
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hitherto
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unknown
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It
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was
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the
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sun,
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it
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was
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a
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stone
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falling
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through
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blank
|
space
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It
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was
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that
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jewel
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encrusted
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roan
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getting
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in
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my
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face
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Looked
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across
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the
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way
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to
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the
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Princess
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Rooms
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I
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saw
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brides
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and
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their
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grooms,
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I
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heard
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the
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sound
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of
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bells
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ringing
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Cinders
|
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Answer
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look
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back
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fondly
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upon
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a
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house
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on
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fire
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When
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across
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an
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ocean
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we
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go
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We
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row,
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and
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we
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row,
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and
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we
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tire
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Now
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step
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out
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of
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the
|
darkness,
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and
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into
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the
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light
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Yeah,
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it's
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common
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knowledge
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I've
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been
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doing
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alright
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No,
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I
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can't
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complain
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On
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the
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East
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Side,
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midwives'
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lives
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go
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down
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the
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Answer
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drain,
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all
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'cause
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our
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babies
|
are
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dying!
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I
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lifted
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the
|
veil
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to
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see
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Nature's
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trickery
|
revealed
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as
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pure
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shit,
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From
|
which
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nothing
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ever
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rose,
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'cause
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nothing
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ever
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could
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I
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swear
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somewhere
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the
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Truth
|
lies
|
within
|
this
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wood
|
I
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swear
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"Looters'
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Follies"
|
has
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never
|
sounded
|
so
|
good
|
And
|
win
|
or
|
lose,
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what's
|
the
|
difference?
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