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“..under the lying stone of grief my water does not flow..”

I’m that compose don’t can
But i'll be in able remember it
cuz
they mood are ait’t us mood.
The worlds now is dying. The long already 1000years
And for him donna a donor. This a donor are you.
we'll merge the energetic chi flows
into one pot.
and then maybe the world will live
a little long. from you ofcourse
But we sly and planning an escape.
Because the world in the recovery box
is not meant for the living

but I don't want this torrential downpour to end.
he like to me.
Especially since there's no way to get out of here alive.
But there was a plan.
Let's all pay our respects to Mr. Whiskey.
He's the oracle of the know-nothings.
the probably was a iimportant
you did put 3 cent in he mouth?
5?
5 coins.
in general, such a prediction is not worth even one
five? well, okay.
let the rain last a little longer then