A lovely little dance, relishing the relieving rain, An umbrella under her pit, underdressed and unvain What a marvellous day! My master, my main man, how he? And what about the little asian boy, as asinine as he be? Wet in the yard, waltzing while wondering The pour potentially…
Open your eyes, evil episodes never end The world is waiting, who will save us? When? Death and destruction, desolation abound He who can help is…
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