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Hela Ra
In a time long past, a figure did arise, With mind aflame and visions in his eyes. HelaRa, a name etched in history's scroll, A genius o...

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Of the Beach at Fontana Wind whines and whines the shingle, The crazy pierstakes groan; A senile sea numbers each single Slimesi...
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Sous le pont Mirabeau coule la Seine Et nos amours Faut-il qu'il m'en souvienne La joie venait toujours après la peine Vienne ...
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I always wonder what to say To cheer you up for the rest of the day I hate it when you seem so sad It really makes me wish I had Some s...
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