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Every moment I think of you, I can't think of another, Not out of the Bleu,

South nor East Nein Swept the Potomac, A River Silt-Swaddled, 'Til we get out moment,

Take ur noise, and the things you have to hear, Look towards the sky, Before you ferment, Ur gay faggot ear

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Congrats on your purple wings bro. I could never.