Bernard Hose, with my sand woes. Grabbed by the nose, torn from his clothes. Ignorance shows, it shines and glows. Men march in rows, their ignorance grows.
Alvan Amarum said to my beeth, "go helegeed, go helegeed go helegeedgeeth."
"oh twas to my second, of narvumni nighth a chance may it be,"
"go helegeed"
", that stumble upon i may, a sharpened saw of seeth,"
"go helegeed"
", a tram of good fortune, with no harrowed beeds?"
"go helegeedgeeth"
"twas fortune of course that bound fates of ours to trees"
"helegeedgeeth"
Twas on that night might i add, Alvan Amarum failed to corrupt the sand of Cedrick Bo Hamew, which to his own falling was not on the clams, but moved to the forage of Carbenby Gordon.
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