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Doar Ingrained in the polished web siblings string for her.
A hundred lies leaped over,
A sweetness zeroxed.

Transitional phases of the waxing and waning.
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pete irish alzemiers, forgetting everything but grudges...

so said one of the ladies at the folk fest, an irish-canadian performer
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