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Listen now, youngest of us. On the edge of ruin, I am wiser And perhaps, you shall be as well.   A crimson silk carpet runs beneath The house, unmoving and unwavering.
he is tall he is powerful he is ferocious he is angry he is strong he can break anything he can lift anything he can stomp everything in his sights he is mean but he is not green
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