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Oh Onion, beautiful onion Golden & round around yourself you have built a Mighty wall with many layers, each of which I shall chop down. Your bitterness is a show, your vulnerability makes me weep. I shall fry you in the tears of mine, until you become my sweet. | ||||||||||||||
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