We'll, we'll, we will well into our celestial world.
You ought to astonish us, my Lady.
May via normlessness, or time as you said.
Sparklet things will cover Sundew.
O' crown Princess, how do you feel in my imagery?
With your wavy spotless iris as tree-rings
Cottony ears are associated with
cherry, near-front fetched.
He'll, he'll, shall he go to hell for your evil-doer eyes?
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