Can't you see, The grass doesn't want to grow anymore. Not the way you make it. Pretty for our hearts. solace for our eyes.
Someone who can talk so I can listen.
An ambiguous variety.
You portray your clothes well.
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Just give me one...I'll try to read it.
All the trucker drivers, Look to me for guidance. While a kid outlines help. Now their trucks have a sentence. They just have to follow their path. And spread the message, That was formed, When I was born. About how death is no longer frowned upon, When it's done with a smile.