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So I see irony
turns the wheel. What a lovely thought for me. Tidbits kept in secrecy have a broad appeal; so I see irony. Still these things I see can't counter what I feel; what a lovely thought for me. People who work hard fall to treachery while simple experience seals a deal. So I see irony. I know now the night ended unpleasantly, and in those events I realize it's not real; what a lovely thought for me. But I think I've brought about what needs to be. Catalysts will form and break delicate seals. So I see irony. What a lovely thought for me.
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