Index of this MOON'S sing-trough like in a play of a NEWTONS
stuff I live a PYRAMID loneliness, me, ME, from your window, Me, when you
pass by and I am scared of this Simple rows, WITHOUT ME about That acacia
with flower that are crying to you and are telling you that I feel CRANES,
when they are leaving from the concert HALL WITH the AUTUMN crossed to punish
us because we was not able of any autumn ascertain and we was not understanding
THE autumns war and the Forgiveness of autumn and I feel them that they
are going like this to not see us AUTUMN DRINKERS only Like this, on autumn
and I can still tell you from C'ULYSSES (behind the scenes) about The HOUNDS THIRST of a rain with hounds right
before the winter with TAMARA when Ive placed myself between you and
the wolves with wolves together living, anyway YOU to see that NOW it's happening
this sing-trough ME and what, I SEE . . .
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