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monsieur kommen sie verlassen wir den ort stammbaum der uhren und gehsteige packen die koffer reisen dorthin wo alles blind und taub ohn...
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For centuries In the purple city Highest harmony The misery of power. Substitute for the soul. Highest surveillance highest annihilation hi... -
monsieur what are those radio words? I suggest that you come to my studio next Friday and we can choose the colours. I really want to put th...
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"Monsieur, what a glory to be with you this morning. Look at the way heaven is looking at us." ...
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