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Слушать(AI)I’m gust a meal
I want to die
In stomach way
Like apple pie,
You eat today.
I want to fuse
This life and more
Like apple juice,
You drank before.
I want to want
Slice with a knife
Way, that was bond
With no way kife.
I’m really fine
Being sliced thread,
My way could dine
Your butter bread.
Your bread with me
Could make food line,
I’m gust a meal,
You eat all time.
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