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Hurricane, hurricane, hurricane, Inside it, houses flying with gardens, Different elements and temperaments. Cows, cars, and pennies are flying, Green, gray and grim trees are flying; Sights pop up and fly away. Inside it, there's me, Sometimes in houses, But mainly flying. It's a hurricane, Hurricane, Again.
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Oct 6, 2019
Oct 6, 2019 at 2:20 PM UTC
Hurricane
Hurricane, hurricane, hurricane, Inside it, houses flying with gardens, Different elements and temperaments. Cows, cars, and pennies are flying, Green, gray and grim trees are flying; Sights pop up and fly away. Inside it, there's me, Sometimes in houses, But mainly flying. It's a hurricane, Hurricane, Again.
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27/M/Algeria / Hungary
Oct 6, 2019
Oct 6, 2019 at 2:20 PM UTC
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