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Brothers whose bonds where forged in hell
I hope my letter finds you well
Birds of a feather fly together
But demon wings have none
Watch your backs and keep your stacks
For Every angel from heaven or hell
Now wishes you I'll instead of well
My new story now you doth tell
I pray my letter finds you well.

P.S. Your sister is on her way!

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