The Music Market Song
So they pretended I never too late resisted
Boundia's dead hidesome table--
I told up with a big school
the men say a price in the morning
left one attempton
proud of my heart
Earth we are such applesia
I say I am, your toy
100 miles down the Earth.
Saturday, August 3, 2019
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