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The day soul sweeps the air, the knock of tears never benefits, all the 
Enjoyments with red alert and maple of crystal cry which doesn't 
Benevolent in the morning life expected to surround to sorrow.

The time these fingers feel the pain like the weight of Kilimanjaro with 
Shroud clothe is the only asset, thy body used the best perfumes it smells 
The air and silent of life is the only option on that day.
Drunk with rivers of milk each morning to monster, the multiple want curved 
The day chew the night with regret and sunken face that of your banks 
Account unwilling to pay homage despite all the efforts you have been 
making for it.
It appears like rot eggs the sky is angry with you where your loyal friends 
Used to whisper in your ears no longer willing to drop grain of sand to 
Close your eyes neither nor give you the chance to chameleons color and to 
let you visit memory lane together.

The time you defused your energies to plant trees that bear bitter fruits 
Inasmuch as you got the opportunity to opt trees to bear the dates of 
Success, you sucked it with your imagination, now the scent of food is 
only for you.
The flowers you have planted is your bonus where harvest dangle of seeds 
Separated from the positive ones where your cage of denial demote you to 
see lesson.
The symbol of success lies to the days you have paved the road for a day 
Payment received and the time sky flies away where your energy no longer 
important.

Where your throne of power renders empty service the sound of serenity 
Turns you down the joke of the night manifest; it is indeed true no amount of remorse is fairly sufficient to the fable negligence of duty to the dust of your life.

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