all in rest

call onto

and making it all seem

and close things toward

and being in the ease

and doing

where it was the depth

and its own

fleeting

and seeing of the joy

of its own

comfort

and how it settle

and its own

wonders

and how it feels

of the rest of the  being

and what it kept on

and those of the

being of

wonder

and how it

chilled

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friendly ego

something so sharp

create the aura

and its own magnitude

and how it was the  power

of the push

and where it was the words

and thus it was the founding

and  how it leaped

and its own shadow

and where it was the hearing

and how it was something meant

and what it heard

something of the push

and what it  relaxed

and its own  forecast of the change

and its own machine

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something wanted

must have been

outside your window

singing at the top

of the lungs

and hoping that the words

were as sincere

as the arrow

that danced through cupids

bow

and arrow

forever it wanted

you to know

and the words just had to flow

and where it was the making

and how it feels

of the beauty

and its own

charm of the saying of the roses

and its own

meaning of its own

words and what it

keeps

and  how it

tugs from within

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keep on running

being  afraid

and being something on the nerve

and what it  kept

and its own  lasting

and where it was the wording

and how it feels so much like a puzzle

and its own

taken

and what it needed

and  how it seemed

and its own

breaking point

and  what it worse

and its own  holding

and its own

saying of its own

keeping

and  how it felt

and its own

pushed to the side

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your life is a trip

something strange be going down

words

and stones

are tossed

to break you down

and your world

and how it seems

and those tears

and how it was the actions

and what is the attitude

and how you gotta

laugh

and play it off

and where it was the

source

and its own

seem

and where it was the lasting

and how it rewinds

and its own

theme

and what it

kept on going

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been your love

how you wanted

to be talked to

and how it  feels the  desire

and what it burns

and those of the meaning

and how it rushed

right through you

and where it was the cast

and how it long

to being touched

and its own effect

and it  had the ploy

and what it said

and  how it seems

and those of the doing

and how it was so heard

and it came well so past

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something follows

where it was the tasking

and its own meaning

and how it  recalled

and  how it keeps

and those of the  struggle

and where it was the saying

and  what it heard

and when it was the

offering

and  how  it  left

and its own willing

and being

of its own

speaking

and what it  meant

and  it takes

onto

and what it feels

of the value

and  it has

and its own

again

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tuesday plants

being

of  the action

and  how it was the

feeling

and  what it occured

and  how it was the growth

and its own fresh

and  how it cared

and those of the saying

and its own speaking

and doing

all it  can be about

and those of the heard

and its own bloom

and  trees

and its own

being

and  its own

theme

and  how it rose to pleasure

and its own

saying

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trip over own shoelaces

fallen into wall

and what it  said

and then it was the call

and how it was to return

and make  a mark

and follow its own leading

report

and whom it took into task

must have been  a fool

thinking conversation

was  about to lead

to a moment of time

where the stars

and the moon

were line

and its own

making of puppy love

where it went crazy

and how it was time to tie

your shoes again

because this fool

is about to fall

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something by night

where is the hidden  message

of the words you say

how the  numbers

and felt of the eyes

are the lasting embrace

and its own race

and what it takes

as it crosses the finish line

where it was the dance

and its own  spin

and how it was the turning point

and where it was the belt

and its own staying in place

and its own

charm

and when it was the

warmth

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