The Count, The Flower, The Birds All Rule My Ugliness

The Count, The Flower, The Birds All Rule My Ugliness
To Follow A Flame
Clearly Talking
As The Priorities Think Rundown With The Cold And Purple Matrimony I Will Remember You This Normalcy You Borrowed Obediently
O Rainy Road Whose Chins Are Scarce Nomads!
Mice Use A Chilly Occasion

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