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There is ๐๐๐ด๐ฎ๐ฟ on my tongue, ๐ต๐ผ๐ป๐ฒ๐ streams down my veins, and ๐๐๐ฒ๐ฒ๐ ๐ฐ๐ฟ๐ฒ๐ฎ๐บ sits there with ๐ฐ๐ต๐ฒ๐ฟ๐ฟ๐ on top! We was ought to be happy, side by side, yet catastrophe decided to bury us where breath was scarce . . .
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