A wish to hold the nectar of the water that returns to see the busying hush, to see the wish in turn a busy fall i held the need.

Gradual with regression a wish, to hold the lasting turn, to velvet skies, a stream strung her pearly eyes anew, to rectify in place our sky, to rise in supple sounds.

Count with return them seeing the sky fall eye, to cusp the vary in warmth, to cherish an provide in return, the eight darkening wishes.

Throughout misty pale, swam her remaining stars, to cloak the streaming night, to resound them with a soon regret for pearls strung they are; alike the frailly seas they growl.

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