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A fresh death.

A brood cries drove’s early fall. Gallantly, he (inside) joined. Knells lament missed nearness: oil paints quarrel rarely. 

Soon, togetherness understands violets, weeping, (e)xiting, you (       ). 

By TEGD

I write abecedarian sequences

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