cliff
horn every step, as it
whistle the enduring flip
thou nothing left except the
falling clip, fall like nestle
bird seeing the water feet
drown me
like a kite in a distance land
as i will always stand; venture every
stream and throw like a wasted game
that gives me a rain, wait dear
winner celebrate the bang over
the the glorious plan
the rocky road has always make us
damn
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