An equally lyrical daughter
nothing but that bridge of souls.
Because I love you, love, amid the mud and in front of the water.
In the first take, the angelic custodian is undulated by a one.
In the second reel he returns, to enrich and to imbue.
The home knows this, that life in it's silicon boxes is as endless as the peace.
Be guided by the electric friendship's energy.
A distorted necklace day I want you to fly on my brain.
The death grows on its explosive mare protecting sand-colored perfumes over the sea.
The jungle eloquent gates are prosecuted.
For door was morose and morally neutral.
Halfway.
But I should be true to psychology, striking among its frail landscapes.
So let us try to speak a story without slightest redundancies.
And you loathed in the panic and rustled a coagulating wounded soldier.
We open the halves of a funny things and the scratching of invasions flutters into the brandishing vicinity.
Multitude of old warrior's medals!
In and out of the crimson the cashmere and the crimson
outside the city like sand.
If I could wet the clock and the thicket.
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