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A Sudden Accident Protesting Production Methods  |
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As A So-Called Sage Who Speaks Only Plausible Excuses The Meaning of the Volition 'Further...' |
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Come to This Side... Sadness |
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Continuously Drawn A Gentle Spiral... Red Death! |
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Decided... Already the Motionless Heart of Tranquility, Tangling the Prayer Called 'I' |
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I Already Know the Settlement of Iridescent Happiness |
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I Can Hear a Scream... A Scream Resembling a Scream |
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Just Now Let Us Continue to Say Farewell |
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Only Half of an Imitation or Your Imitation of Yourself |
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Supposedly Generous Possessors of Death Meet a Warning While Napping |
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The Reassembling Place of Dispersed Holy Murderous Thought |
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Where Shall Released Time Go Next? |
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Who Decided the Number 1? |
