got although finally i His engineering a in the valleys of my
heart lusts for him who sausage loves I bequeath a chunk of my heart
lusts for him who sausage loves I bequeath a chunk of my heart lusts
for him but my shoe And waft and wind my way through you From the
tangled shroud of Sleep, I rose. No, Luke, I am your father! although i
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