Cab, Pickup
Malibu;
Is the feeling today.
With a hint of grey;
Dashing under the under-lay.
A passive white can reveal;
The golden glory of being still.
And I do not say to count the stars;
A map will do behind bars.
Present whimpers like lightning and limbers out wisk rowing.
So, staple latern cause.
A dear, dear, loss.
To think anything of a lantern,
I lost the test, the thought, the low earn.
Maple fall.
Low end call.
Is the feeling today.
With a hint of grey;
Dashing under the under-lay.
A passive white can reveal;
The golden glory of being still.
And I do not say to count the stars;
A map will do behind bars.
Present whimpers like lightning and limbers out wisk rowing.
So, staple latern cause.
A dear, dear, loss.
To think anything of a lantern,
I lost the test, the thought, the low earn.
Maple fall.
Low end call.
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