Possibly I've regrets
No affair, not an moral act
Gloom merchant
The frig marshall
The children were laughing from breadth
Profond character
Width, a fringe group
Now a tormented square
Possibly I've regret
Not the affair, no moral
Order number five, gas tap
Float beyond the valve
At covered distance
The angry student comforts
Made extra studies
What comes next
Fell to thinking together
On the side, he returned
They calmed down
That was too much
Here they found a flat
Stained with black blood
Attempted sky-divers
All leaped to feet
We must move away
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