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I'm still shaking in my boots. Actually, I could use nice boots. Of Spanish leather like Bob Dylan mentioned. Or even better,
Oh, but if I had the stars from the darkest night
And the diamonds from the deepest ocean
I'd forsake them all for your sweet kiss
For that's all I'm wishin' to be ownin'.
Not that I don't like you guys, unc, Tully, Ocm?, et al, but since I mentioned kiss I'm more inspired to predict jewels will pop herself in her again:
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