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a long midday dropping down like on the bus stop and when the fingers hitting a piano in the afternoon it is more of a sunset in the ocean,interesting. it is pleasure. dancing backwards like an accordion that for sure, striking a foot down and down like a rest of a train, it a pleasure after a long midday, the sound of helicopter!choppy blades,above the sky,below the sky, under the sky lifting the pants like the 1970's men, it is a pleasure,to merge thoughts like merging violins notes, pressure yes, after work it is fun.quick guitar,ah sweet water! it is a pleasure,shaking head, done it for sure. doing a good job it pleasure clapping hands for sure.The normal working days are usual but to do the job properly awe,it like hitting a drum three times,the sound kept around, that for sure, personally it's pleasure.the job that describe it's maker,that for sure. the bees fly through the sand dunes,once. a cool juice in a midday, the past day does not repeat , history for sure

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