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Who shall feel a gentle mist upon a face jagged and torn but covered by lace, fancy this false yet discreet hidden state, pride denied an unwelcome fate?
 
Peel through the layers of docile decent concealed in a prayer that was never sent, UN-gracious gloom and what it represents before oppressive needs that will never to relent.
Your mistrusted modest moral your toils lacking principles begin to spoil, insolvent heart rest upon the bedrock of decaying stock, the mind never forgot it was all for not.

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