Were words a container that they are not, I'd sing for your what rotten got. For seen I have such forgotten sod, these words for you are certainly not. What I'd abide you wishes so, I'd wish for you more than I can do. Here I am inhebiriation bent, I wish for you what I have spent. Those upon an evening mist I do wish better spent. - Very very much my less, but eh, I'm drunk, so who protest? ;-)
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