hear out thy wonder fee, close no doors in thie mind, and fasen yor heat with mine. it tis the road, we traveled. by, know one can saih why. but as the end comes growing near, I leveith with this key. to arm they weary soul. for other have been here first. the cost so grand, id hardy see. the point we made at lass.
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