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Avalanche Transit keeper does he belong, can’t he teach her a favorite song. Dye her, sleep her, try to peep her can you find a Tom. Ancient rival of a wise tale, foolish fellows forget to sail. And can they find a trail behind the path of a lonely snail.
Loosely traveled hails from hell, open anger with none to tell. Avalanche, of an angry spell. Choose a gavel or sail in a well, chosen danger must I dwell. Avalanche, of an angry spell.
End the sane but after terrain, skip along and play the game. Guess it, press it, who could bless it? Anyone with half a brain. Could it be or is it me, I do believe I think I see. An elephant flying across the sky, oh silly me it’s just a bee.
Loosely traveled hails from hell, open anger with none to tell. Avalanche, of an angry spell. Choose a gavel or sail in a well, chosen danger must I dwell. Avalanche, of an angry spell.
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