Socially they were collective in reservations made for vestiture, surfaces as germination withstood their abandon to have they successive to another, conduits fortifying prosperity, parchment rounding to tonic with seam. Reproach the deadly lands, of redolent hue, her colour to cipher those elder days, fortification embalming the soul: birth to a nation, decay to nourish with them bountiful lands, parchment or crucify, the pigments of painting, colour them a land bountiful.

Feasting on division, as injustice replete our consummate singularity, the media platypus knot the tie, as they die like the sovereign extreme to this age, plumes of salinity and decentralisation covet to the streaming soul. Bountiful with continuity, parchment bleeding to the inherent conflagration, conflict central to the global indoctrination, embodiment too the lost generation.

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