This story proclaims a singer. Michael is his name. Michael is my name. Keep up, this is a game. The guitar was his fame. He was a sickly lover. Flowers in his lungs grew, butterflies were the flu.
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This story proclaims a singer. Michael is his name. Michael is my name. Keep up, this is a game. The guitar was his fame. He was a sickly lover. Flowers in his lungs grew, butterflies were the flu.
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