Well, she welcomes you, the lune ravels at wayward sky
Promise me an atmosphere
In the latest, the newest
Contentment to conciliate
In the latest, the newest
I soar on frost
Don't bother me
In the latest, the newest
Don't do that, on queue
Combed on queue, towards
In the latest, the newest
That would call a push-up
On snow, frozen on ice, crystal-clear
In the latest, the newest
While showman organize lizard
Addendum, praiseworthy
It explains brooch and whisk
Wave the edifice over, it's that brush
Love-fair on the river
On ice, on snow, crystal-clear
There's a trade over the river
Spot and painted magazine
Cricket soft and push-up
Mattress and throwing edifice
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