Here you go, it's the vague angels for the vague angels of vagary.

The truth, spending two continents, I've been ages, and I've moved.

When I woke, I was in a youthful. I've been read points on the chin.

And so I sought this opinion, and if too I ought to, expect me to say,

The W.P.A.

Well, a great mistake, but could be lost to the sea.

But when no one stands, nothing at all.

No, nothing even sure.

So I searched the web, and it's history, and I can't believe it only lasts years, maps.

And M.T.A. Delay reports.

All this like a bit for me, out.

And once again, I could not contain my couch.

And this time, when my eyes shut, I was waiting on a platform with a key to the underground.

And you know what she had to call a city?

And she said, a trist is not a trip, living as it's a tour, not a skip.

Which in the gates are a man to go, and the breath full of art again, the boutique is untrue.

Which she knew, I thought I'd believe a key that chooses to be stupid, because she's stupid when to do it.

Yeah, gently, she's too dumb to be manipulated, so she's a liar and a sneaker.

And here, I can't stand where to move.

I have to work with her for twenty-seven weeks.

Or that's it, that man was my last.

I'm afraid of what the next might bring.

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