One it seen
What over look, seen to be nice in here
Wellbird said and over his tail won his life to torture but no one again trusth his feith in him
Wake in the store of entery life’s book, they try« to founded, fear it no entery fed out
Wheny she’s up
Over look and joy the happines was his true but not his salvation
Only desolation he want, but insolation only got
Was a wap a rap of his torture
A breakin wall
That make to seen
The sense of the life
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