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My temper is slowly growing dire In Ivory my glory resides Not one left wanting a piece of my skin Or so I thought Gum-like people gather In front
My temper is slowly growing dire In Ivory my glory resides Not one left wanting a piece of my skin Or so I thought Gum-like people gather In front
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