the whining wind goes thru my hair....waiting for the maiden fair....my claws shall run deep...
Phuc my night in shining armor............I want my vampire in a volvo
Only THRU INFORMATION THAT WE MAY COME TO KNOW ONE-ANOTHER
THE EVE OF MY BEGINNING ...I HAVE FOUND MYSELF...I SHALL FIND..IN THE COMPANY OF THOSE AS MYSELF...DISTINGUISHED AS CONTRAIANS...MAY I TOAST YOU WITH THE BLOOD OF THE VINEYARD......
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