Where Legends are born
Being pronounced "Dead to Reason"
He murdered Her, the Scorpion King did, My husband, the Legendary Robin Williams did one sunny afternoon in his lead with Dustin Hoffman in "Hook"
His Dream was clear, a rough, clear man, a flowered vest, a ronin world, unlike its story sea of Sky and Rainbow Fairy bend and origin of the Stars called the legendary, mythological fairy World and Realm called Planet, Fllie, the size of Neptune, only Carbuncled and personified under each Blue orbital for the Stars.
He withheld himself, and made his Own heart smile, a faint glow of Innocence no one could see one outmatch for a billion Starry skies of Childhood Nephilim of the millennium falcon
And for that, his Flight was Merry, Mary. And for that, We, the fairy of the Stars, shall always remember Him.
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