| Dreamt on January 2nd 1981 |
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where untold millions starve their hibernation over while hugely bending iron, a gift from the past, forges chains of goodwill with hints of russet blue. Which sense is sixth, which the result of chimneys, swept of golden clover? Take huge yet hapless helpings, richly supplied, and the rest no matter what is needed will never be denied. |
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