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21.
Monster, lord,
the weight of my well
the weight of my sore
22.
Eagle soars
straw melts
23.
Lemon on the trees
wind follows the plane
24.
In front of an emergency sign
there is a rock
25.
Die
or work hard as a sail
26.
In south
the ocean has so much of a dilemma
the pain folds in tide
the hope remains till sunset
27.
But
I'm not
28.
I lock the wheel
for a further's mall
I hide the oil, the gas, the petrol
to cover the auto of ours
29.
And now
that is rewarding in myself
I start the machine once more
30.
The something else
is still bright
on the
altar

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