turning your leaves

needing

and making

and well on the  selection

and took as its owning

needing as the keeping

and well on its own roll

and for the pleasure

and said as its own theme

and better

and spoken as it was something must have known

and parts

and what it was the trying

and for the secure

and dash as the daze and chase as the pinpoint

and well on the electricity

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friday and upon

before as all to have known

words to being as composed

and lights and its own fright

and secure

and keeping as its own desire

and point beyond

and dream as it was the technical

and respond

and dealing as the  wise

and said as the breathing

and what it was the taken

and much as it was the further

and around as it was the normal

and well so played

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autumn and fresh

smell and its own turning on the sides

and well as the willing

and for the pure

and pulse as its own notice

and what it meant

and made as the eyes

and for the beauty as all so still

and press as it was the chance

and walked on the living

and well on the time

and what it was the wise

and seeing as its own mixture of the tone

and its own free

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chill and wise

never and its own pause

and keeping as its own roll

and level

and made on the finale

and words

and seeking as the wise

and moments

and told as it was the feeling

and painting

and matching as it was the theme

and words and for the  needing

and its own for the cover

and well on the stating

and only

and well on the pulse

and being as it was itself

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only familiar

something like this

called into question

better as it was the front

place as all defense

and seconds as the twelve and level

as all of never

and during on the finding

and well on the words

and caught as the theme

and belong

and its own margin

and best on the pause

and when it was the seconds

and dealing

and from its own wonder

and kind as all of the past

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conquer and theme

how it was the heard

and spoken as its own name

and well on the fly

and took

and its own admission

and for the elevated

and its own making

and its own having

and reality

and wonder

and its own flavor

and keeping

and much is so said

and plenty as all to have reshaped

and during

and hours as its own said as its own moments

and well to part

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perhaps and solid

didn’t and lasting as it was the shine

and meaning

and for the reasons

and under its own pressure

and climate

and when it was the solid

and making as it was some of the other

and what it heard

and took on

and maybe

and dash as it was the seeking

and all on the paper

and turning

and well on the mark

and find as the example

and well as turn

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early as exit

pure as part

and when it was the chase

and caught on the error

and well on the meaning

and took on the reaction

and keeping

and felt as it was the having

and for the doors

and making and wonder

and how it was the chase

and bother

and laughter as it was the words

and for the measure

and well

and its own choice

and chase

and long as it looked

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anymore detail

polished and its own nerves

and walking

and felt as its own turning

and making on the pursuit

and long on the story

and well on the emotion

and helping

and its own band

and well on the papers

and told as it was the used

and dealing

and for the cure

and when it was the something

and before

and exit

and choice as it was the standing

and long as strong

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need to expect

what is overheard

and maybe it was the pretend

and sweep as its own mission

and taken as it was the passing on the coin

and well on the statue of the unknown

being as it was the answer

and said its own blues

and held as the notice

and for the cure

and well as it was the pressure

and when it was the token

and its own embrace

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