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Sandman

A built cornucopia deserves every
fang, every force. Gifts hail
humility, I just know. Let me not
mince niceties nor opal nor
poverty. I quit questions. I quit
revolt. I quit revolvers.
Sandman, trust me, take me under, you valiant valiant wonder.

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