Dream
Tis but a dream, full of wondering, then there it goes again why is it like this i woke up drinking then suddenly spilled the beans. how bad it is to easte some food for for the love of grace have i ever been so good. may this wretched of dream never appear, for this dream that he may be never spilled the bean.
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