Burst
of laughter into the house
Of
a beautiful miserably substitution
Thank
you rand down come and see
In
a minute in his room is he
Voice
sat down don’t feel bad
No
one knows
Passing
days gradually down and
Impossibility
of one evening
Stretched
his what now
Positively
maybe, maybe
It
might be done
No
I won’t hear of it
Years
lost deprived her good humor
Entered
the waiting liner
Seat
near the window
You
don’t tell me
But
I know
Temper
rather bent
Maybe
heaven is a place
The
keeper fed various
Exhibitions.
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