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Bloods

Brother bloods are dreamlike ways.
Pure as Eden there are gates.
Drink a cup of oaths and swear.
Death rattlers not are dear.

Fears stop my bloods no well.
Bring the bloods that come as wills.
Bring avenges bloods as man.
Peoples all are men are fans.

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