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A flower like a blue crewmate,
in the wind,
wind crematorium,
wind force,
garbage crew,
eat garbage,
delicious, delicious
But soon he crashed,
Darkness descends on the city of cremation,
They all look so pretty
short-haired crewmate,
such a prostitute,
she likes women
and the poor
she paid in cash
somehow
yes,
eat wax paper