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Seven Seven Seven
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Off come his balls with a snip of the scissors.
Adelaide is summoned forth,
A red-hot fire shovel is brushed over the rear of her thighs,
They burn her clitoris, pierce her tongue,
Lash her breasts with cruel instruments,
Cut off the two little buttons on her breasts,
Break both her arms,
Carve away her remaining fingers
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