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╲┃╭╮╭╮┃╲╲ ┃ SI TU CUL0 TUVIERA STATTRAK
┗┫┏━━┓┣┛╲ ╰┳╮EL CONTADOR YA ESTARÍA
╲┃╰━━╯┃ ━━━╯┃ REVENTADO.
╲╰┳━━┳╯ \ \ \ \ \ \ ╰━━━━━━━━
All my friends are getting married,
Yes, they're all growing old,
They're all staying home on the weekend,
They're all doing what they're told.
Power, like a desolating pestilence,
Pollutes whate'er it touches...
-- Percy Bysshe Shelley
Hey! Come merry dol! derry dol! My darling!
Light goes the weather-wind and the feathered starling.
Down along under Hill, shining in the sunlight,
Waiting on the doorstep for the cold starlight,
There my pre
🐟 -- 👹 -- 🚘 -- 🔋 -- 🐝 -- 💎 -- 💛 -- 📗 -- 💃 -- 🎁 -- 🎈 -- 🎫 -- 🌳 -- 🐛 -- 📕