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The written essay of yesterday.

The easy youth of love.

I.

The seeing of poem beauty.

In the rush planets of sun.

The hyphen of energy.

I.

The planet of expanding sea, Sun and Seneca

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The cool champagnes of summer dancing.

The first love, Japanese girl.

The light ectopic of literature.

The sea blood of green earth in the tea hue of brown tilling silt of idea nun.

I.

The telling of tale, from the lord of sight, dance and anime.

I.

The memory of life

Love is the suitable suitcase city.

The search of poem in the happiness.

In the deed dense of attention.

The kiss of story sight.

The writer abode.

The spring-summer clothing of his lord.

I.

The ease of Hedgehog painting hedges.

I.

Sea sun of ishq sonnet summer antipodes