.What the old man don't know what his eyes yet have seen
My sordid transpirings well into each eve
While I'm paid so handsomely I would work here for free
I stitch tight each orifice once blessed with my seed
The lonely deceased
Cryptic sewn mouthed their secrets
Shameful their sile.
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