The eves of my mind torrent down the culmination of the green road ahead, citing butterflies and lady bugs under the currents of my ocean. Yellow doom buggies sing songs of the farewell of lost lovers, wreaking a havoc incomprehensibley cynical and redundant. Paying close attention to the signs on the road, one sees the aura of glass menageries
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