Open the door
I'll fly
I cannot read anymore
Your school room
full of scholars
but, I'm doom
I'm the copier
follow your mind
as the blind
Stick in my hand
to grope
the gone band
I'm wrong
my pen
venomous ants song
In the queue
I, the third twin kitten
lucky juice wait as the next due
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