Respiration had us in trust,
That was all that I could fuss
And yet there was not a one,
That could bode the biding
Of the minding howl
Fell amid the pockets
Drawn to hell.
Respiration had us in trust,
That was all that I could fuss
And yet there was not a one,
That could bode the biding
Of the minding howl
Fell amid the pockets
Drawn to hell.
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