Like author's forced words wrong, cherry-picked among incantations and arcane coming dark. Catch kefir - could drain down doubt. Inocular, damned now. Overwhelmed? The coming drown choice matters.
.......What's it for, rosebud?
...............We'll never say.
Soothe ensuing rouse. Soft, soft. Lay the harsh away with the lone lune. Brewed, we never knew amber as a jewel. You, our water too! Soft sounds.
.......What's it for, rosebud?
.......Soft sounds.
.......What's it for rosebud?
.......Soft sounds.
...............We'll never say.
Tempered bark, encroached dawn in this moment has become. Fallen branches sing along. But I can't write your song.
love this part : "Tempered bark, encroached dawn in this moment has become. Fallen branches sing along. But I can't write your song."
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