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I'll throw you scraps
And talk the bad things
The language or the motive
Affected shown is
Self imitating, trust the dying breed
Here the pitch I made has been
On my end, I trust in
What's left here to lie is
Admired you trust in
Without fear, you borrow
My world of one
Speak up the good things
The guidelines let me follow
Offence is borrowed
Self imitating, trust the dying breed
Here the pitch I made has been
On my end, I trust in
What's left here to lie is
Admired you trust in
Without fear, you borrow
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