Rat-chewed leather-bound case in this old attic space, I have found you. Build up the fireplace! To send these reproductions of you to the grave, I've no longer lost you. Motorway crash barriers make me feel like we're going to crash and tear the blue like firework interludes/Lo and behold these fears will soon be dissolving. No! Don't you ever ever be afraid there's safety in our escapades. Oh she offers me a friendly ghost.

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