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Even spirits
have their
average signal
turned on you
simon tuesday
monday luke
goodnight
goodnight
in every way
you can imagine
fist on three
impress
the burning frost
pick up
where all these pistons
in the dove meat
left us
"all left riots"
welcome up
in arms
can't service
all these
middle-magic doves
just let go
like that
"next volunteer"
thanks all weather
psalm machine
thanks forever

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