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How much you were honest with you? How much you were honest with you? How much you were honest with you?

There was a road to landslips. Why would the mountain break

It tumbles down. The real. Heels start hurting.

In black midnight, the white moon, like a nun sits stonely.

After the blast, the morning gets wise, and

Shedding the knowledge I was aware of emptiness,

I do not remain happy with noises of wisdom.

I do not remain happy with noises of wisdom. I do not remain happy with noises of wisdom.

A freak hailstorm of proposition, makes you―

Coming to an end the consecration. The land will