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Fly demons, take to the air, let your wings carry you; there is no time to spare.  I give you this day out in the world, but then I shall call into my little universe.  Into the pit of my stomach you will be returned, the acid a fire within which you are burned.  Go play and have your day, enjoy this moment in time.  I know you will come back; I know for I love you and have made you mine.

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