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not
get,
might
not
get
any
better
Might
not,
might
not
get,
might
not
get
any
better
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not,
might
not
get,
might
not
get
any
better
Might
not,
might
not
get,
might
not
get
any
better
You
the
born
hunter
Relic
with
an
armored
heart
Color
of
sulfur
Banished
to
a
single
arc
Porcelain
smolder
and
don′t
forget
you're
state
of
the
art
Buried
deep
in
the
soil,
selfless
or
daft
It
could
be
a
compass,
rare
and
so
bountiful
It
could
be
the
opposing
opinion
It
could
be
the
point
of
traction
bound
to
all
It
could
be
the
point
of
letting
it
go
Running
with
my
eyes
closed
Blinding
the
lens
with
the
focus
Running
with
my
eyes
closed
Finding
omens
in
the
woodwork
I
see
cold
cold
braille
Mechanical
and
frail
How
do
I
tessellate,
filter
the
rage
You
the
born
hunter
Relic
with
an
armored
heart
Color
of
sulfur
Banished
to
a
single
arc
Porcelain
smolder
and
don′t
forget
you're
state
of
the
art
Buried
deep
in
the
soil,
selfless
or
daft
Might
not
get
any
better,
get
any
better
Oh
better,
better
Might
not
get
any
better,
get
any
better
Oh
better,
better
Better,
better
Better,
better
Better,
better
Better,
better
Better,
better
Better,
better
Better,
better
Better,
better
It
could
be
a
compass,
rare
and
so
bountiful
It
could
be
the
opposing
opinion
It
could
be
the
point
of
traction
bound
to
all
It
could
be
the
point
of
letting
it
go
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