The plane with beak of duck flies quietly on the breath of dead children. They walk on tiptoe in front of my mill of wind, provisionally, by planting suggestions of tomatoes and aphasia. The liberated herring, by overturning forward, by bowing under the weight of lost friends. Spaghettis come, but once a year always carried by high shoulders and hope low. It comes and he goes, by leaving panting hyraxes in his wake. It is the complete wait of nonsense. Are you there, by smelling the butter to see if it is exhaled? Heavy coverages, I calculate it is for it that.

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    The plane a beak of a duck easy flies on breath of dead children. They walk on tiptoe before my mill of a wind temporarily while they put offers of tomatoes and losses of capacity of speech. The released herring, forward overturning, under weight of the lost friends bowing. Spaghettis arrive, but once every year it is always brought by high shoulders and hope low. Reaches, and it goes, while it leaves, hyraxes in it кильватере puffing. It is everyone wait from nonsense. Whether you are there, in oil smelling to see, whether it exhausts? I consider heavy appendices it it for this purpose.