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avsaknad av fusion

I give heat, heat to you cold bastards.
Now i retire, move on to other parts of earth.
Bitter cold will your nights become and your minds depressed.
Make haste to your heated cages and await my return.




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Publicerad 2010-10-11 20:39



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