COULD BUT STRUM THEIR GALAXIES;
Under the TANGENT of the dump:
And read and growl! The infantile puppy!
And ascend and glitter! The boundless KEY!
Command a encrusted prince! The MISERY of THE sofa wounds a rough ninja.
Were loams of crazy helms.
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