Will Patnos bread and Sala,
Snack: - what you live for.
Tired of living with scandals-
Let the rye bloom quietly.
Pro themselves, sang not bold,
Song-for a verse, a verse.
I don't do anything like owl
And, lived too many years.
Day blooms outside the Windows,
And on heart of pain and sadness.
I remember max curls.
Tears fall...well, let it be.
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