WINE AND GATES
deceptive; and we saved a little potato salad...
guides to the luncheon
said we are hope in the mirrors of provision
the recipe for action and the arse of contention
is alive with a selection of myths mission
the turn of may, is overwhelming
the left side of reach and the world of each, has a savior
the account of being, the sense to live in the lime light, seldom
is a case of breeds over the majesty of a simpler word there
possibility
and the virtue of can't, in the west of our best laid plans
is a reason to adore, the art of dependancy
this is the best reality for the nursing of can
wish you were here
the time is with us a little longer
the found fate of curses and the worsens of vestige of fear
is all the must of not, the being with the wrong heard
said we are hope in the mirrors of provision
the recipe for action and the arse of contention
is alive with a selection of myths mission
the turn of may, is overwhelming
the left side of reach and the world of each, has a savior
the account of being, the sense to live in the lime light, seldom
is a case of breeds over the majesty of a simpler word there
possibility
and the virtue of can't, in the west of our best laid plans
is a reason to adore, the art of dependancy
this is the best reality for the nursing of can
wish you were here
the time is with us a little longer
the found fate of curses and the worsens of vestige of fear
is all the must of not, the being with the wrong heard
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deceptive; and we saved a little potato salad...
deceptive; and we saved a little potato salad...
