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| I am found in great fields. With my kin, provide great yields. Decapitate me with no regret. What makes me bread is what you’ll get. Cut once again, again I implore And you will do this thing evermore. What have you found from me? |
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| I am found in great fields. With my kin, provide great yields. Decapitate me with no regret. What makes me bread is what you’ll get. Cut once again, again I implore And you will do this thing evermore. What have you found from me? |
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