All right, pure delight to see you stand in all your glory. Oh the joys when your boys hit distant soil. And I hope to try to answer those who criticize you. Lead the sheep in their sleep to slaughter. Won't abide, pushed aside Let me know when you've decided I'll decline when the sign says
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