Tell me the story, ah! playful notes of nail
Behind little finger are very close to lay.
I prayed to him and realise the recreation, saw
`God send us Dustbin Which we called Earth`
But confelicts of my joysadness clarify
a lot of crazy stress. I feel, I imagine that
our barin is so little to discover.
sayed ullah
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