a mixed up way of the atmosphere
Accolade brings another night, pondered of a secret wish when all was right. But worries came and blight filled the spaces, onward and down, among many places and then a storm set, nothing accomplished of this but, then the sun came and all was bliss.So cast in the days that all bring the rain, as we travel round and round insane; where a storm that sets twice, once in everyday and twice of everynight.
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