roll through it

through the last of evening

and it was the cast of the blanket

and it was the bundle

and its own  restore

and where it was the battle

and how it was heard

and when it was felt

and it did  a comfort

and its own being

and best

which is the wonder

and what it had been made so clear

and then it was  the tale of it all

and return and whom was known

 

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touchy time

flow of the lillys

and  how it was

something marginal

and when it was the making

and how it escaped

and then it was  the  being

and how it felt so vintage

and ran from the closed cage

and how it followed on through

and where it  hangs upon

and must have risen

and those of the  splendid

and how it laooked

and what it charged

and it was the pushing

and its own struggle

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less than a hour

writing before you start

falling and its own parts

then it was the stingy

and whom of the left over

was the better and how it  was

sometimes so friendly

and so weird

calling and how it questioned

and its own answer toward the back

and  where it opens and it was spoken of the silent

and its own own refuse to leave it all alone

and  it found a need

 

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best turn

use of the never

and where it was heard

and then it was the vulnerable

and how it sometimes want to digest

and place all the leads

and its own something

and what it reacts

feeling

and feathers  of the leaves

and how it

said

and where it handled

and  keeping of the cool

and how it subjected

and where it loans

and those of the cry

and how it steps an moved on

 

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one way words

caller bck

and holla overheard

must have broken

and its own intensity

and the purpose of the excessive

and those of the wanted and its own yearning

and where it was thrown at ever aspect

and where it was the replay

and how it starts

and when it was theme

and its own difference

and how it must

and it looked rather alone

and find it something so soon

and  being called

 

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late day

must have been the sun

and its own two steps as the moon

sips and wants the water

and how it was the calling

and its own chill

and where it was the breeze

and things are dusty and yet it was the

point  and whom it  strived

and then it was the breaks

and how it flowed and must have

been  and caught on a surge

and where it was the  renew

and felt of the  sooner

 

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for all

watch it all is used

and how it must have flourished

and how it acts upon

and it settled apart

and how it must have held

and when it was the ploy

and who is the political cleaver toy

and when it was the bite

and all of  the rate

and how it rises above

and its own saying

and where it was the one

and its own settle

and  of time

 

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speak minded

read all on you

digest and the book was  well put together

how it was the agenda

and how it was the sum of all the parts

and the  gold  of   the best as it was much happening

and its own couter

and its own seeking

nothing one

and notice the drive and its own distance

and whom  was the  saying

and how it all came to be

and be of the best

and chance of the rest

 

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count information

nothing and its own return

and how it caught

and where it must have laughed

and what it hides

and those of the outrage

and whom

and when it was the urgency

and how it tied together

and it was the circle of the normal

and its own strings

and those of the charms

and where it rised above the gold

and must it be forced and seen

as all alone

and then  what it speaks

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only special,

nothing was left to be said

and the many sequences

and the dual of the  mirror

and the  fool from the cold looking in

and where is the warm

and how it never stopped arguing the war

and its own power

and from here to its own eternity

and the design

and the flavor of  the hope

and where it wants to solve

and it sleeps onward

and it makes the best of all use

 

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