She is a goddess
We practically pray to her
And she knows
The world will be the same tomorrow.
No nothing's going to
There's a multitude of things I need to know
Brush away
In the future there will be, robot societies.
Your little angels
What a beautiful sight
in the mirrored light
shed oh
He meditates
On yesterday
And then he faints
He was an angel
That never
Dear Oma,
Don't forget me now. I won't forget the
Timmy Killam, what's going on?
I can sense that something is
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