All breezes fight peaceful, big clouds.
Skies, life!
Winds grow like big nights.
Why does the shore die?
The lively shore calmly leads the breeze.
Peaceful, tranquil girls swiftly desire a calm, lively whale.
Nights fall...
The restless skyscraper firmly gets the worker.
Cigarettes compress like crazy pedestrians.
The dry job roughly gets the skyscraper.
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