Squelch the little weasel crush him before he spawns break it to me gently but with merriment and song squelch the little weasel juice him as he bleeds feed him to the many for thoust their souls shall weep sipping of the sunray blading in the earth evolving was the nectar given to the weasel birth I was just a puppet until the clouds caved in bless me now you are sacred my flesh betwixt my skin
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