Cloudy charm, dreamy color sings, old smells
aroma ditches the patio
Tired song, the lyrics say: "nothing"
the moon dances and the wind tells a story moon, make up the dance, dance the moon
Party, piñata and blue punch. Swamp patio
Autumn is still sullen, the dog's flesh is mange
autistic looks at a party favor
That moon is tired, every night a blind man talks to it
Four flowers become man
and the moon cries to the world: EAHHHH!
The moon had a sick son.

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