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I'm kind of hoping you'll have tea with me.
And tills hold choices in such high esteem.
And I'm hoping coffee is a scoreless game.
And no fans will jump or cheer our names.
An old mining tunnel is like life.
Unresistible with the urge to enter.
Danger as the season's offer.
Same as the mean we lent her.

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