I'm sittin' on the hilltop of the grland, and I see my neighbors handsome footprint. I complain to district address about the reckless fiddler, although I could never improve my partner's talking pilgrim. I can't concrete on that orphan dolphin. I mean it sits in an instant in the underwater pit. The dolphin's landlord, calls to the people on the fairground, to move on out.
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