'I'd like to invite you to this pretty little thing, where the fruits of your labours are
eaten by the queen. Yeah, I'd like to bequest you a seat with the greedy boys but,
I'm sorry, I'ma stop you at the door!
I believed in you! Well, I was wrong. I believed you'd make me better, I was
wrong! I believed you'd shine your light and save my world, like
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