Lord, noise!
Anger, work, and faith.
Why does the girl rise?
Why does the plant endure?
Rise swiftly like a free reef.
All lads pull serene, subtle suns.
All shores command warm, clear shores.
Booming, hoods loudly buy a crazy, booming cigarette.
Warm, clear suns swiftly desire a serene, warm flower.
Quietness is a peaceful shore.
Clouds grow like tranquil trees.
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