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of Malmö

A pestilence of war
Into the drains men went and wept
It was cold in the dark;
And all this ice was clear
A fix of the longhouse of water
And on this side of worry
I sat up livid and said-
There is nothing jong un wants-
But death

So to Expressen if I am lying about what is right
To the bigger men of Peter,
This day repeats
For all that ABBA saw-
Even in the foreground
Where love made offers
To Incheon and The Havana ship

No more nukes and Auld Lang Syne
We prepare for war and lose repose to revenge
So that the Ark of our understanding
And less war
Are ours in that way

kim is dead