A Deep, deep under (you)
B more hardness
C I complain of your sweet catching of the words
D FOOOL *comes to mind*
E I complain that rocks always need repair
F I run in _threatened night_ from such a soul
G I want to take care of the sad - the seat you sit in
H In the cruelness of every age - such luxuries leaves you poor
I The plague in my breast
J I do not want to ask anymore
K What do you call human
L The answer - doesn’t suffice.
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