Downward to the colourless dash of chocolate rain drops, spell one not won, two drops one coin to inhale coco branded lips. They came with exposing alarm, I wasn’t to lose, and told Alice my love for chocolate drops would remain. Share to me this alarming gesture, I was your dream, how you delved into my abandon make-believe, you with the consumer of chocolate eyes, a heart of one, the deception of downward spells not won, the glass ceiling will coil with faint sundries of well’s echo, Alice took to the chocolate lantern beneath one coin, marketing the well of silk, satin and a sovereign love to reign.

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