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it was D. day. Night to Dada. world. flying flung past its war piece.

unioned by lovers on beaches it carries flames and throwers. end this fair plague its busted shitted bodies over this .

its d day end of war. dada day. kiss dada kiss me. come to it. yer islands and penninsula swerve roun the orgams you have kissed by my dada hovering roun your hanky panky lips