Hair grease and polite
Rice impassioned fly that will not go up
Because of its small hair
Looks to take hold
The flowers had to surrender.
Crystal clean its faces
Ray of light can provide.
Darkness across the world
Just one way
The dark shadow had disappeared.
This could always looked.
Error over the gloomy slightly wrong
Chatting thoughts imperialists
He expects the coming witch
To escape from the shadows of adversity
Sprinkle with his love of pure color by putting
The possible
He was polite.
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