Follies wedged, Deep, Twisting brush against the warp, This waltz agrees to armorial bearings stuck on my route. To glide from the light blue of desires room Seems to be my favorite sing song. Shall we talk about intermittent blindness, Can we roam without miss darkness? Ive turned back to worm out a secret But useless bounds are the presents. Useless bounds are the presents, Ive turned back to worm out a secret.
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