how the nuclear sun in delicate operation burns only the snow from amongst the trees where the spring starts in the brown sleep waking wooden blood to bust up green suturing the tree line shut for the summer with delicate operation copyright 1998 - Chris Shreenan-Dyck all rights reserved
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