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 If shes' remanded in custody (no less) pending a fartherst hearing a moon day's knight in gaol. The same as Wilde Oscar, she's gone to disappearance? O the sentefcen of upspeak's her crying shame. Wont you plasster? Place ? Please come home you old ! thing. Along the stars and every night, she golden grain to her ruling? Come along my hussies and overbarriers.

So So so so  n SoW 

 she take(tkaing) s  takes  a takes   a  bed song making it the long way to the running road. Of the of course of them that speak. Seeking their way, along kettle drum and bastard choir attender.


 Some say its not so. Others know better and it's true. She's always. better t han a fake and faded schizoiophrenicified nothing. On pullulating pills and thyroid masses.


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