The sun and the willow don’t mix
Like powdered tea under a bed of water
Dripping chlorophyll
Ominous green tracking beam
Dripping laser light, shadow area unveiled!
Lifeguard for life, look at that banner
Dripping wet from a long public bath
Swaddling cloth around passion
A joyous song screwed the minds of your mother
Damn the man and his incense
Burned it, flung it, smash it to the ground
Red carpet so soft so God does not hurt his precious so
Haircuts make weak those forearms
With all congregations in the convention of time and space
Completely loving the baby head wet drowning in Capital sorrow
Disneyland makes weak the lobes
Stretched long and low
The asset of gothic logic
Stab coated golden
A hidden cave supports the remote licking
Beat out charts and graphs from your father
Figure, it is important to get told that rolling culture
Brightness levels push up
Up up baby
Breast milk has never tasted so
Push pop vitamin stick
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