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Rooks and Crows Be a liberal of your soul, follow nothing, this constant walking on water, the barons are gone with, with childs gleeful wantonness unsupervised happiness, sitting as if lost. I have that opportunity to leave like birds. Books have a bitter funny reason here globe or grape taste good. Past-tense on us, certification mates gray stands out in light, silver elevators strait and level the real sounds. In trustful stupor, immediate cause, bewilderment, the nonsensical engines now. I get their understanding, everything besides codes beneficiaries torn, agreements, modern art. Greek tragedy to a clown not crying or even show philosophys bare foot, I never saw so much inner life talking, without a phone ancient relatives of foorsoothe bones grass(i never saw so much) in a distance seconds arrive fit quickly Hades largest city. |
Additional Notes:
To the crows like Brandon Lee.
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