What known shocks await
Those who dip in bare joepardy
What fresh tales can they tell
Of aged deeds
What warning have they not heard
What hands carry the self-injured
Who into yawning lion dived
What hyms can be produced
To heal their dripping wounds
What mercy is left for such
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It's all about knowing Nande the way you never even imagined. I'm lettin you into my head- and that's a privilege.
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