I thought I could, escape this wood, I stayed although, I wanted to go, She felt so calm, back on my farm, All that stuff, felt so rough, I watch my weight, and I feel great, We read the review, while in the queue, He had no doubt, they'd all find out, When you cough, it puts me off, The girl controlled, the pot of gold, It was worth, that bit of earth.

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