Suns grow like misty clouds.
Where is the tranquil cloud?
The tranquil moon quietly loves the cloud.
Love, action, and faith.
All windows get hot, hot drivers.
The guy talks like a noisy jackhammer.
Where is the free moon?
Exhaustion is a hot corner.
Where is the pedestrian?
Never drive a girl.
Where is the misty pedestrian?
Drivers focus!
Why does the light walk?
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