Look @ you,
with tired eyes.
PonTifIc8 Your,
wize$t LIE'$.
Empty heart is,
sore
With spies,
with their crie$, through the night, to eat in the $unri$e.
and The little man
move$
and The little man
$hake$
Grab$ and
$teal$
and
Take$
and so Sh#t g0.
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