feels like too much bad NEWS
Tinkling, twinkling, violin picking, harp stringing, light the blue sky, the snow on rocky cliffs the heaviness of his lies weigh like the rocks on a cold empty hill in winter the sounds thick and sticky how the tinkling violin strings call out the harps lightness raises my heart and lightens the heaviness of his spiteful soul stinging, while hearing News twinkling sounds drive away his angry darts
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