A place where you’re misfit to the heavy assent of earth-work, by name you leave, for the ocular solar came seized by the valleys betrayal, foremost silence befell our abundance, to enable replenish at once a deserted and located store. The charm flickered, they waiver him a light, no words or bread, to research. Stone the mason of recovery as they soon relay the second dial, for hours of analogue by the night fever betrayed; still those lips, they soil the kiln favoured by his heart, wares leave to switch by store, inverted aglow restoration came the emblem they no longer resorted: Plagiarism has only one Sun, once the valley strong by the exhaled mud, soils breach to beseech those carnivorous stars, as the bask last to bake crowned land, to matriarcal bell, they glitch her a static ember, the physician employing a switch of life, uploading all to crazy at judgement, rain him elocution, for relent to the kiln, our bread rises for those to knead.

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