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While in the waiting room for a chess xray She's so majestic when unincumbered power unleashed in every direction mistress dictating when days are numbered feel the loneliness of her inspection He's master of his myopic vision Macbeth caught with pants down by the forest balancing checks by his own division grand emperor and castling tourist The clerics convert with an evil slant knowing nothing teaches like a cracked skull it's a priori when saying you Kant wash the board clean so you may hear the call Why are the dreams of pawns often mistook for the passing fancies of knights who rook |
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