Passionately pleasing pass every second the sprees of a patterned Princess. Prince says hello Princess. Hello, one called Peace. Don't praise passion partly. But passionately to please your God.
Panting praises as perfect pleasing pieces of praises particularly parts through Jordan to peacefully lead you to promised places. Ponder O my Princess in calm paces with your pupil to pick perfectly the beauty before you in perfection. In His passionate praises He sits at the pinnacle of perfection and braces. Then He sighs. O perfectly porttered Princess powdered in purpose and peace, praise Him, praise with your pleasing paces for His plans have long before purchased you and pricely paid. He puts you in perfect places long before now promised. Prince prays his pen to mail this parcel to perfect places, the place of peace.
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