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Never one to embrace his or her secular world's, philosophies ¿
Having lived long enough viewing their mostly, end results: puddle of mud's
Everythings so blurry and everyones so fake and everybody's empty and everything
Is so messed up yet as in Aida; no, not all ? Skipping past the round about: California Chrome....
Baby's owner stood amid a heart's passion sonadoras; dreaming in Cinderella's colours got to love them
These mystic lullabies; choking on their rainbow skies; open up your eager eyes; destiny is calling you ? I too
Believe, in that these night stand visits, Mister Brightside: Less we forget as his King Herod once upon a time did
Giving praise as glory where they absolutely belong; "Our Holy Loving Heavenly, Father." There is no doubt amid my mind
Here at her vertigo this paradox twain their flesh and blood: Divinity, stepped up to intervene set aside what may have been ? Baby's, glass slipper.

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