Live the life of a workhorse.
Need as sides, you worktoy.
Live, I come to save who.
Need the fire, the smoke source, away.
I need a tribe, a workhorse.
Live, I come, to save you worktoy.
Keep thee martyr tossed in the sand.
I will burn my books in his fire.
Time has awaited along, the tested bloom.
I will Burn the rest with his fire.
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