The storm walks about old ideas as we prepare for a new quantum leap. We keep hilarious drums in the silence of thought, we have become happy at the level of predators. Ice became a volcanic challenge in the songs of perfect tenors, we left the mystery of the solution on the plate of surprises.
Knowledge evacuated mistakes in mystical physics, the dilemma becomes true with the mystic of the word. We bow to heaven with the ideas of the universe, we are just small ants who play God. Perfect beauty is an illusory illusion, the only creator has the power of perfection.
Humility is the virtue of saints that overcome the greed of the mind, modesty is the fire of a wizard that gives us strength. We launched projects on the verge of reason, we pass sandstone storms with emerald lips.Stay in the embrace of snow colors, look at the sun and lift my spirit to the level of unlimited love.
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