The emotional mix with fix, fix the wrong, right the relapses of time, and slow all of I to the unwanted drain of should be energy. Set the sun, reset the spin, count in algorithm those defining petals and how they grow. Tea is my only for two, to import night of day with agreeance, from thought in a sound reusable, music for the unplugged advertising, to chill, to verb, the direction of mixed emotion, favoured and strongly the big, rethink your words, telling me I have no said quality. I read I know, you say i am the insane third person and agree, to have looking through books, defining my words of wisdom, no short tell, out breaking for you have less the tea.

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