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norman hunt
The old sage gave me your number. And all i get is your machine. How long do i have to search. How long do i have to wait to make it right. How long till you call back. How long must i suffer knowing what it is that I've done. how long must i search for your forgiveness. You had called me you angel of mercy. You don't know how wrong you are. I'm your demon of vengance

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