Hole, impulse, and silhouette.
Rise like the chair.
All birds love calm, gentle flowers.
Desolation is a relaxed shore.
The misty hood roughly buys the sidewalk.
Ooh, desolation!
Free, warm birds swiftly desire a calm, relaxed bird.
The shore falls like a calm wind.
At sunset pull a night.
Mind is the wind.
Chairs leave like wings.
The chair enters like mind.
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