The sun in the east
Fragrant rose lined the sidewalks of time, filtering a special aroma in the street; the wind is spreading the fragrance around to a special place where destiny is bound. The sun is shining in my face spilling sweat all over the place; the pores are opened wide secreting a unique substance from inside. Look around and you will see the temperature climbing up the sycamore tree, the passion is in the sun so when you get the chance get up and run. Words are not cheap and you must get the energy out of the sea. If you want to do business with me, you have to arrange a trip to the galaxy. The race is on to the moon and China will see you soon, if they get there before you do, the earth will turn into a dust bowl of doom. You have to get there before the twenty thirty year and synchronize with the tales of the atmosphere. The sun in the East will make you weep; the sun in the East will send fire in the street, the energy is very strong, so you have to filter all the different songs, and make them one. The sun in the east is disrupting my heartbeat.
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