The attentive desire of REM slept is in the ride to the mind as the shoulder is the musk of whom gave to that staff the merit. Are you familiar with the Countenance of Wheel?
Such state belief is of the minor stag that pounced upon my thoughts to gather no note of a hymn to the piano melodies that shallow this Earth with the muds of your wheels as the harness of horses, the carriage of sought, you must fail this life to stand to the sight of where the mass enlightened your load as the pack is merely the lakes.
Ponder not my distance as the Countenance of Wheel is the text that verses wept, a staff to ignorance the counter does bellow as the skies are the umbrella’ covers among such lights.
Stand in word of a limited clause as the striking beauty is more than you shallow breadth. Do not be lost in the fashion of shadows, the words of language that another may caste for amount that shallow ditch of a tongue the teeth are the scratches that gave you this stone.
Try not to a mind as the brain is of skin, the brandish, the fallow, the chimney’ of bin. Traveling short to cosmos oh how he must miss for I the cast did break no night and yet, yet in that night of lit by so much, a shave, a road, with you as a grave! Tighten not for the brilliant must show, the jealousy will bleed to the legs of this told, you dear fellow Traveler of stile, your Carriage, your harness of horses and smile, the bits and the pieces so eloquently stood, there in the mud you gave light to the good.
In explanation the Angels do squat as your tank of breadth has gold as the carriage and horses for bridle to that the Angels must retired their sword.
How better to disguise and to explain, your carriage is of the brilliance and only of Man:
May your king believe, that the presence of made is your shoulder of the most fallow countenance that gold tarnished in the stood. Might your King stand the Crown and carry Foot solder to bring to the Palace the joy of the songs that invoke the appreciation of such a look:
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