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Hypnosis


 Am I so bad do tell

 Can my fold sad pure bell

 I am sorry dad about the spell 

 Why lore the lad around your cell

 Try not make me mad with lies

 Try to take fad sift pies

 Leave the cad alone sighs

 Heave a tad shown ties

 You were had it shows

 The tour of pad one blows

 We allure meet gad  all sorrow

The collect had fall tomorrow

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<p>Commonwealth</p>

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