Door wants to open? Drops are still alive. When the wet moves on, and the flute flows two arms. Long hair plays the guitar, and smell arises out of water.
I will feed the hens forever. Life is a ribbon still holding the end. Stairs are climbing down to green. And green waves at the flicker of butterfly.
Did I ever wish to know? So much of shower! When I gave the flower ... and the little child set her homework aside.
Your hand moved. Trees nod and bring more yellow, green, and red plum.
Spring, don't leave! Wind, I am happy to be inside your prison.
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