Give me the prescription with love of caring description, do say twitch you going away with hate, in the wind blown away, with leaves blown up high with the burning sky, just wanted to say hello kazekage, jackson with hackson, fancin and dancin, children not seen nothin, nothing to have ore seen, work not apprecaited, feelings not there to brake up, not sharing with anything that is fair, why oh why is bother with drama, the emeotion in progress as feather of a swan with graceful moments of thoughts, blues of 50's hives, with sunday stooly dives, with just a delay of time.
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