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In the forest where the dragons exiled our ancestors, lay in wait a raven, murder on his mind. On bodies feeding, small rodents, waiting for a mushroom.
 

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In the forest where the dragons exiled our ancestors, lay in wait a raven, murder on his mind. On bodies feeding, small rodents, waiting for a mushroom. The raven's name
 

In the forest where the dragons exiled our ancestors, lay in wait a raven, murder on his mind. On bodies feeding, small rodents, waiting for a mushroom. The raven's name is John Jacob


 

In the forest where the dragons exiled our ancestors, lay in wait a raven, murder on his mind. On bodies feeding, small rodents, waiting for a mushroom. The raven's name is John Jacob Jingle Heimer Schmidt.

 
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In the forest where the dragons exiled our ancestors, lay in wait a raven, murder on his mind. On bodies feeding, small rodents, waiting for a mushroom. The raven's name is John Jacob Jingle Heimer Schmidt. The magic mushroom
 

In the forest where the dragons exiled our ancestors, lay in wait a raven, murder on his mind. On bodies feeding, small rodents, waiting for a mushroom. The raven's name is John Jacob Jingle Heimer Schmidt. The magic mushroom no longer grows
 

In the forest where the dragons exiled our ancestors, lay in wait a raven, murder on his mind. On bodies feeding, small rodents, waiting for a mushroom. The raven's name is John Jacob Jingle Heimer Schmidt. The magic mushroom no longer grows; instead it walks.
 

In the forest where the dragons exiled our ancestors, lay in wait a raven, murder on his mind. On bodies feeding, small rodents, waiting for a mushroom. The raven's name is John Jacob Jingle Heimer Schmidt. The magic mushroom no longer grows; instead it walks.

John Raven pondered
 

In the forest where the dragons exiled our ancestors, lay in wait a raven, murder on his mind. On bodies feeding, small rodents, waiting for a mushroom. The raven's name is John Jacob Jingle Heimer Schmidt. The magic mushroom no longer grows; instead it walks.

John Raven pondered: The meaning of life.
 

In the forest where the dragons exiled our ancestors, lay in wait a raven, murder on his mind. On bodies feeding, small rodents, waiting for a mushroom. The raven's name is John Jacob Jingle Heimer Schmidt. The magic mushroom no longer grows; instead it walks.

John Raven pondered: The meaning of life. "It is pointless
 

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