meaning you have

those of the other areas

and where is the look

and  how it featured of the

wanted

and its own  kept

onward

and  then it  was the sum

and where it was the turning

and it  felt the ties of the asking

and when it was the standing

of the back

and what it accomplished

and other of the sides

and what it keeps of the timing

and its own pages turning

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sleep of power

got stronger

and nothing was left

afraid

and no worry

and how it tended

and spent all the mental loot

and what it felt of the kicking

and its own lasting moments

of the feel

and how it was the seeing

and its own helping

and how things were covered

of the smooth

and kept on the writing

and how it said so much

and what it heard of knew

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summer of no air

nothing is the  case of the

having

and where is the  doing

and what it  heard

and  when it was the

keeping of the  dancing of the

swim

and forever as the call of the friend

avoid the  stream of  sharks

mentally and physically

coming onto

and where is the  took of the

parts

and its own imagination

and how it was the

kept of the words

and how it seemed

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july new

feeling and its own

coming

and thought of the

felt

and where is the lasting

of the fresh of the tensions

of the raising

and what it  seems

and what it all called of the

having

and when it was the combination

and its own shadow

and how it looked on

and what it  sourced of the juice

and its own  wide spread

and making

and touching of the display

and newness again

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impressed window

standing of the  working

and how it called onto

and when it was the

making if the scene

and what it did

and it called of the reality

and its own design

and from when it  was

the other casting of the

tempo

and its own return

and how it was the

look

and how it  was the

standing of the

moving

and when it  called

and its own words

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missed on the feeling

rather of the  being scene

and what it  was the notice

and how it was the keeping

and where is the leaping

and how it  directed of the

story of the enjoyed

and where is the feel

and what is the

on going

and what is the

saying of the doing

and what it

kept on

and when it was the needing

and thought of neither

and where it was the suggestion

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stood on notice

electricity

and where it  was the  stare

and how it feels of the  meaning

and how it was the touching of the

sentiment

and how it all called on the reverse

and how it was the sums of all of the making

and where is the door

and what it did

and how it  pleased of the timing

and  where it was the new

and its own casual

and looking forward

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bridge holding together

words of the  needing

and how it was the

sections

and where it was the

letting

and how it was the other aspect

and when it was the coming

and what it was the logic

and when it was the stream of the

water

and how it feels the lights upon

and what it meant of the moon

and how it danced on the choice

and when it was the keeping

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where you come to

looking like a  lost

meaning

and how it was the stunt

and its own being

and what it  looks

and how it was the

push

and its own walking

and where is the  mention

and thought of over

and when it was the

saying

and its own liked of the adversity

and where is the impressive

and what it reached of the

going

and what it worded

and how it spelled of the words

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woke up themes

before it was called

and then it was the seeing

and how it was the rather

and comb past

and its own  thought of the manner

and when is it  said and thus of the

importance

and its own cover of the asking of the truth

and how it was the  feeling of the

engaged of the source

and its own deep

and how it was the plant

and the early birds dance

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