It was time of the spring. We didn't have shoes. I fought a bear upwards.
Then it was different. I didn't know that dance.
I've got keys and keys. This ain't no advo but it could concentrate.
We've left our words and can't think again.
But inform as this point isn't a pizzaria either!.
Masta or masta chrome.
Masta bass or masta ace.
Masta Rasta
Masta Rasta then.
When the city leaves make it a peart and then a pearl!.
A couple leaves got tossed around the city!.
Glow glow glow again.
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