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How long has it been after,
Saying to Mom, it turned out to be an evening.
Self-strive to struggle,
It's the name to make brightness.
By getting beaten and beaten by pit,
Taxes have been passed by every exam.
Creating a wipe of properties,
It's like a child like you
The moisture of eyes, wind of breath,
Turns out that the tax is ruining itself.
In the grinder of all the pissed times,
It turns out to be tax free yourself.
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