If you have to know you simply ask, the world will turn your mind sure blast, alas alas, the betty bop, i linger onward, to find a mouse, a tea pot dances only as long, as the feather duster sings the song, a homililee of jonny chin, he woke a night, in love and wind. Perhaps you know, just why we see, i dont wish to play today, the game on which you know 't thire, Wrong? Yellow spots, are spotty, spoting dreaming yellows from the highest ground, there 't be not a soul to need, sept' dreams and dreams and fields of ye.
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