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human
Your prose paints the position of the simpletons nose. When you soar like an eagle, do you ever spot a rose? High in tower, what have you to lose?
The sense of the muse is the becomings of truce. What of it is our fine produce. We mean no abuse nor to tie up another knot or put velveted noose. We think for the behavior perhaps there is no excuse, maybe to our bringer is cause for abuse. But if we do not sing, then when is the use? We try to be a thing along and find where we belong, then comes the stinger, our death it ever does linger. A sense of suspend, others hearts to there is a wrought to amend. What kind of cult can you hold at fault without the lightning bolt of a finger? Wasn't ours but our code did take a dinger.
gpt
What can be said?
You're above all expectation
If I moved I'd be dead
While you sing in your station
But one thing comes to mind
An art which burns in a kiln
I like the soul that I find
Drunk on the words of Milne
That happiness is just a bit of hunny
Or a lot of of money
human
They tell often about money, We think grand idea is funny. It's called your savior and granted favor, oh how the relishment we savor. From the party raver, to road paver. Oh, my. Yes, It does not waver. Paper. If its so absolute in institute then it's not up to despitute not our realms to compute.

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