The seeded truth be bare, my dear
Those sub-dun potteries come over quite clear
Those who see both left and right
And claw excise dry bodies for a god to call
And I can leave you handy
Those sub-dun potteries come over quite clear
Those who see both left and right
And claw excise dry bodies for a god to call
And I can leave you handy
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