Upon the rivers of Babylon, there we sat and wept: when we remembered Sion: On the willows in the midst thereof we hung up our instruments. For there they that led us into captivity required of us the words of songs. And they that carried us away, said: Sing ye to us a hymn of the songs of Sion. O daughter of Babylon, miserable: blessed shall he be who shall repay thee thy payment which thou hast paid us.

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Rust chad

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medeelol

+rep great guy gives away skins to the poor but takes the train home that mongo