idle memories quiz the cascading
tears, a graceful wish touches the moist
of settle corridor of delight
post
nestle down the heroic call
nay laid the saddle port
into the inner push
wait comes the morning falls, leads where
the cherry blooms, feel the breezing
perfume of laughter's smile of the
newly born
jump fox little drops the nightingale
sore...
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