We love ourselves too often and need reach out much more often. It is a social responsibility and it effects the environment also.
She is getting cold in the Artic, so cold in fact she is hot, she shines near the ice and I have no part to play, but penguins do with a gaggle, they slide down the crystal hill, passion dances with snow flurries, and this nearly ends the story, as the heating heart of beating poetry melts the glaciers into fine tuned ooze.
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Once unleashed from long hiding it becomes tantalizingly irristable to the soul. There will be no turning back.
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You can't chop me Got me in a dream No stopping me The game is fashion Fashioned fashionable Unfathomable Driving my moon b...
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Have no no No meaning to me Deep sounds may empty be Just an unholy rhapsody I hear fishes escape the net Happens constantly If only ...