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yesss mine sages know
.
Write hear
Front yourn
her mystical
to i
There'z no believe
none
That Puff
there hern came
in the cloud uv smoke
(maybe with wingz
into mine
trance)
I must taste like
honey
she must like
mustard
*"sages" spelled correctly
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