I sleep on a brier patch.
Eat glass for breakfast.
Stare at at pond till it comes to a boil.
Piss me off and your hair will fall out, better yet your fields turn fallow.
I can give to you anything you want.
From thin air manifest diamonds, emeralds,rupees or rubies.
A treasure your pleasure, whatever your wants.
Pieces of silver, pieces of gold.
Fancy to meet me the Comte de St. Germain."
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