Whittle town Whittle town, how fare thee, for now for now whittle town you are safe to be, but a time will strike, the clock will turn on thee, and then whittle town, bitten you will be, blood from the hours sand, the time it took for thee to cry, I answerd, and now it's time, ante up you swines, you swines of whittle town, may thine blood be paid.
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