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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