leap in

not afraid

and something it was the pits

and its own taken

and where it charms

and how it seems

and those of the meaning

and its own making

and well of the front

and its own theme

and long of a  dream

and its own better

and where it was the  course

and how it was the pleasure

and its own

wants

and for the needs

and it intended

and settle for the better

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previous changes

thought  and  well of the ever

brought of its  even

take  of the isolation  and motion

best of the element

and its own calm

and its own normal

and what it heard

and best of the being

and those of the seconds

and its own purpose

and its own timing

and well of the capture

and its own meaning

and how it was the escape and its own

need and lead

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how it was then

some people what it called

and its own lasting

and learn of the sums

and its own parts

and when it came along

and its own tower

and feeling

and well of the juice

and when it was the meaning

and matter

and its own best of the flow

and its duration

and set of the made

and where it was the taken

and something it feels

and lacking

and task

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in that wall

heard it was

and notice

and what it seems

and said of the having

and its own keeping

and well of the standing

and its own

and coming

and well of the just of the heard

and its own

and notice

and dealt of the privledge

and its own best of the being

and bare of the standing

and when it was the crack

and its own push

and dealing

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febuary 12

looking

and its own so felt

and how it was  heard

and below

and meant as the known

and how it grows

and what it longs to start

and themes it longs to share

and where it all  bares

and its own must of the keeping

and well of the lasting

and  found

and gain on the turning

and its own best

and least of the follow

and held on the going

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only to tell

making and its own first

and well of the travel

and its own journey

and held of the coming

and its own come up

and did where it was the matter

and how it was the called

and its own system

and paint of the  role

and its own water

and when it was the shore

and feel of the guide

and lead onto the tide

and something

and it heard

and how it feels

and placed

and for the mood

and moment

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criticize manner

read all the press

and read all about

and best of the wave

and its own doing

and where it was the lasting

and long of the feel

and it was the corner

and street

and when it was the beat

and how it feels

and those of the meaning

and its own keeping

and  it was the long

and well of the best

and its own carry

and known

and feel

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seek in enter

ran on the story

and when it was the follow

and how it  aired

and doing

and when it was the ever

and how it was the mellow

and its own

and cast of the caught

and been

and thought of the long

 

and  how it was the consider

and well of the doing

and its own extreme

and how it counts

and meant

and made of the close

and on

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dear,day

where it all leads

and the merry go round

and then it was the finding

and its own casual

and were it was the doing

and have it sense

and  how it felt

and looking

and well of the doing

and it was the meant

and it was the  feeling

and felt

and better

and of the lasting

and its own

and  feels of the spell

and how it have

and  best of the given

 

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views and news

story and ran

and its own dance

and left the soul in a trance

and how it zips

and it leaps

and follow

of the just

and how it keeps

and long of the being

and were it was the  standing

and its own

and extreme

and how it paints the course

and ran with the mental baton

and its own surface

and picture

and new and forever nothing

was used

and its own vision

and how it seemed so extra

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