High tree in bright light noise
How to rip an enemy party bengal vulture eat the dead body of a child is the Son
Look at the altar breaths several times over kiss
They eat fishes like the truth polite bow.
He puts his trust adopted very dark touches
Logs Forever's brutal father to sleep in the nude, pond.
O father! The sun trapped in the monastery's balcony
You have is the perennial
O father! Inexperienced farmers in the prayer call is very far away
Field crops in the fields of quality, the flow.
The monastery was passed on genetically
Such as seasonal rather than wake up baby
I think we all currents.
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