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About me:
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sad preacher nailed upon the colored door of time, insane teacher be there reminded of the rhyme
there'll be no mutant enemy, we shall certify
political ends as sad remains will die
reach out as forward tastes begin to enter you
i listened hard but could not see, life tempo change out and inside me
the preacher trained in all to lose his name, the teacher travels, asking to be shown the same
in the end, we'll agree, we'll accept, we'll immortalize
that the truth of the man maturing in his eyes
all complete in the sight of seeds of life with you
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