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how much has been burnt the lips of the aalpanaa by the heat of the blue letters the absentmindedness that can penetrate this flavour gets hullo-cut coming to the wedding-relation do fly oh bird yet you flow with faster steps in the deep of the wave with a long hanging bag on your shoulder let more horse-carts be composed for the clouds let the gate adorned with a figure of lion be immersed for some time more in deep-meditation he who is fallen from the wings of the deer has a chest of 42 and a half inch you should look it coming how much nearer to the talisman that serpentine lane and that tasty loose-hair becomes totally blank you should also see reaching to what kissing-point the glacier of the versification can vanish without leaving any trace
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Sep 21, 2010
Sep 21, 2010 at 3:48 AM UTC
kissing point
how much has been burnt the lips of the aalpanaa by the heat of the blue letters the absentmindedness that can penetrate this flavour gets hullo-cut coming to the wedding-relation do fly oh bird yet you flow with faster steps in the deep of the wave with a long hanging bag on your shoulder let more horse-carts be composed for the clouds let the gate adorned with a figure of lion be immersed for some time more in deep-meditation he who is fallen from the wings of the deer has a chest of 42 and a half inch you should look it coming how much nearer to the talisman that serpentine lane and that tasty loose-hair becomes totally blank you should also see reaching to what kissing-point the glacier of the versification can vanish without leaving any trace
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Sep 21, 2010
Sep 21, 2010 at 3:48 AM UTC
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