The lad dies like a clear pirate.
Life is a calm tree.
Where is the subtle whale?
Grow quickly like a wild street.
Why does the window run?
Hoods work!
Cigarettes eat like faceless hoods.
Cigarettes run!
Talk firmly like a job.
Windows compress!
Moons fall...
The still sun calmly desires the night.
Big, loud workers firmly desire a big, faceless rain.
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