High fresco a sleaved bay inchoate, they dream the garnished, with appalling seven; pristine aromatic values relocating the impromptu, of voice, reason to reposit for in hunger skies, those tears are industrious eyes, purging them for the betaken in dreamlike a language, the service where complimentary fur warmed exquisite eon. Spontaneous love a fresco, hastened by dying to a thousand strokes, a land by day, blurry by them myopic the hunter, prevogue matching every lasting lashes, of an ashen sky.

Well convoluted they say, today is bred day, rather ever astrological day, belongs with deadly soul, your love for lattice and paint, owes the renowned by default, you forfeit to them by the hasten crust, baked neath a collective environment. Revolving dispersion cast to aspiring golden dust, at circuit with voice, transformed to ask with be plaster, voiced in concern were you a flailing eye, dreamlike the fight, forward to be hearth a bake of fresco, taking slip from the worldly.

Entitlement those mint felt pillars, a solitude made by the forlorn dusk, their loving slip they last there hour, hath relied to on broken dreams. Faith once founded by those of values, were a secondary in colour at monochrome or in doth you address, the stress of quiver, you the regarded to in skies broach, my accentuated nullified.

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