A river valley flows and is adorned with snow a covering of grace is an element of wealth and beauty. A people who project love seem to flow in this race seeming to understand the reason for peace in the heart. I see flowers of beauty coming forth yet many thorns still reside in the land the wealthy just look to me their King and never give a position of slumber for together are to accomplish much and apart we will never start. I wait in patience for the children I love and need to see their hand extended to me for this time all need a king and we will see tragedy step aside as I cover my family with love. Come one come all now is time to experience the great tide of a king who died and now you have everything at your very side.
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