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Brexit
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To Have Honor
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So the hoax goes on
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Drying on the line
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Fictional worlds
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The smell of night air
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But the evidence surrounds us
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Never say die
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Old barrels
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The missing bulbs
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After the War
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Friesian horses
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Operational research
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You can't escape from the nauseating convergence (please keep in mind that this image suffers from an irreparable deviation of 3%)
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Instinctive prudence
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Tracks
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The dark song
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Go Northeast
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The woman who passes the sentence should swing the spear
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Pinpoints of time
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The nobleman
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The dark self
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But we can always hope
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Out of the circle
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Urban mosquito control
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At the heart of the Cyclades
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We must perform a Quirkafleeg
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A freedom unknown
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The last step
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Smoke alert
