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My strange tears. The genie's eyes, oh genie's eyes. Gather the sun's spears. Be careful not to step on the thistles of fear. Plaits are used to create the form. To achieve a slimmer epitome. You and I are friends. Envy is what comes after us. At the close of the twilight. Because of Noah flood. My strange tears. The genie's eyes, oh genie's eyes. My strange tears. The genie's eyes, oh genie's eyes. Start to contrive our departure. A sea is teeming with adversity. With the wrench, assemble the notes. From every flute. Place it in the abyss of your soul's disgust. There is a period at the cease of each event. Amass a set of love outfits. Enable us to escape the dangerous ghetto cities. It's around the awful roads. The virus wind had found a haven there. My strange tears. The genie's eyes, oh genie's eyes. Feel my heartbeat in your ears. The condition had left him immobile. He won't be able to catch any of the mists. That is not a picture of the sky. It hasn't claimed the land as its property. My strange tears. The genie's eyes, oh genie's eyes. That's my propensity, and that's my flaw. Ease up my mangled rib. Stay aware of the words that come to mind. Retain a checklist of it in your head. For those who desire for it, as well as for you. Attain a note of it by calling for a gathering. Furthermore, regardless. I entice her with the rhyme of my aged stuff. I yell out my hazy promise. It sang of druid snitching schemes. From the eyelids of the sea. With some salt, I can grasp the meanings. I find the secret to her. To quench a nostalgic thirst. Besides, when there is a smidgeon of envy. Detachment can yell. The absolute first seashore. That is where you can ensure it as love is broadened. On the last islands of the meeting. Love is also waiting to pass me. Dream wine has enticed me. The many shades of my eternal passion. I'm an awful fan of the mountains. My never-ending goal sparkles brightly in flames. My strange tears, thank you. The genie's eyes, oh genie's eyes.

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