Deter from the missionary target
Only because I’m running out of words
I’m not trying to go
Are you going to make sweet love, like the Moon
That I won’t wish, was mine
Vague and I don’t know what you’re saying
Are you going to do it, too, or what
Do what or do what
Are you going to do it, too
I wish that I were, a Mr. Mime
Blue Marvel, I called to you
Let me die or let me lose
Die, like the wind
Let me feel even if the cold
Because if then what are you waiting for
I’ll kept if I could
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Did I tell you, from to will ever love. What are you saying. Are you going to make sweet love, like the Moon. Or what. Do what or do what. I wish, for Mr.Mime. For you, to be. That I won’t wish, was mine.
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If so reckon guess so then that’s good. 😐
The sharp-vine. Who do you wish, Scyther versus the Muk. It wasn’t no propaganda.
The strongest and the most balanced. The one behind writing the story. Almost forgetting every other line. The Muk and alchemy. The day, of Pokemon X. Wishing for to reality. The round and shade of a binary.
Already submission and I say from death ago of my mortality of suffering of hell. If you fathomed at Godspeed, the Blue Marvel was the colored hero to say America, I got one of the comic-books back in the U.S. How is it not my home. In all the way. What are you saying, at you.
Then I say let the Lord to strike because my generation to die. Are you veiled in our intertwine. The blood, of the other one I love. May not be well. Please, I can tell. Then please… let the true Lord, upon from the sky. So that I can die in peace.
So far in this hell like all the breath that I’ve breath
For Jynx, for me to be. Was eaten underwater.
Force of Gyrados. The Blue Marvel. I called. When I crawled in this ocean.
Deterred, from you.
The true Bellsprout and the Muk. Shocked upon at sight, like gaping grasp, google eyes of Weepinbell. Are you far, my warrior, from Victreebel. Love is the lost word, in this war. My direct right and indeed, to my duel origination without doubt of question. Can you for me, this dear of stricken. To, articulate into for the notion and of for the true action, into the petition. To be, for my representation. From the pain of a way of death.
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