Fictional days swept past an old maid... Their blue coat deemed them a poor pair... Their garments shredded, their waves tied past a knot... A redemption of their former selves showed past a third rioter. The third rioter was the God of creation. His stance, almighty yet unseen. Although 3 performers contracted their values... They always became sinners to the town.
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