Deck lives could
Those who spoke at the record
Health, bad for the unknown future.
The bright world in the
Burned ash was like
To Scents
There were many flowers and I had dry root
The teams scorched smell has been discreetly stolen.
They are the only body that determines on a fake mask
Ostentation often fall skins
Do not ever just draw a host of messages
Finally, in my ear, and poor people's voices.
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