browmorn

There by
Brown morning
Lorid feel
Gallop coal
Hi organ john
Feather good finger
My lung jubilates in bass
Long like the tower of gun
Linger year
Trembling young hunt
Kino deutsche
Now
Or
Never
Hungry for eternal
Laugh,
My dandy father
The moon born like years of oops
Holy joke
Goodie smell
Casi casi
Exiting smoke
Towards the hole
Umbrella ill
Rear fear wonder
Pop
Jolly spell like mystery
In schedule
Swallowed and filled
Volume
Of portrait
So heart
Is speaking
In long jingles.

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