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The Choice
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Smooth Seas do not skillful sailor make
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Anatomical Widow
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Oh Honey
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In the Dark
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Escaped
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The Girl on the Stairs
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sometimes you find yourself in the middle of nowhere, and sometimes, in the middle of nowhere you find yourself
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There is a way to touch the angels of the skies Gaining the trust of birds!
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The extreme limit of wisdom, that's what the public calls madness