Your shoulders turned blue:
"Vinegar's back."
Obviously.
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Thousands on Monroe's economy, very very wet
and with the scent of a whore, delicious to your behavior.
You wrote something down.
The sundance has begun.
Swift.
Isaac is praying, far be it from any type of madness.
This is a Viper that is attacking this country, so you go.
Yes. Off you go to try and seize the sun,
Take me with you, again with a sea ladder.
To project ourselves and to hold on to any good
although everything is wrecked.
Absolutely!
Sun down, sundance.
Your face is in my heart and sad is the fact that we're pulled apart by centuries.
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