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What has words has voles into what into what I say may come in the month of May. To see what happens can be deterred. So I tell to a future in love can come soon.
I well rise soon to my time and there is something I wish for you. Can you ask?
Can you do or is it still to soon? I call thee to my soul. Bring happiness to the world for the holy is to rise inside the light. When the time comes all thou shell art in the world
Copyright © Cory Weinberger | Year Posted 2015
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