Yellow tie, squirrel laughs;
squirrel height never bluffs.
veden fragmentteja, oceani di pietre
populisms
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Zucchero, rosso come il Crepuscolo. Neither heart nor soul can be nationalised, write this down, bastards, on yo... -
..but the Man who slept too long faces West in Lotus. Liberté, égalité, frat ern ité among the trees in winter. A bag of clothes instead of...
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