True, man, really! his death.
Another headstone
True, man, really! his death
come alone, he was sharpening a dagger ago
stab to the heart. Painful burning fuse.
If the ward, that dagger was
up in the neck, tersembelihlah you!
If struggling, that dagger was also
come to the heart of the heart chambers!
What we know, man? Powder dust,
blown into the face, eyes discolour,
mengelabukan tears, and we just
king of sorrow, mahaduka, the fragile
throne, was also thicken our age.
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