|Plastic chips in goldman sacs.
Only hearts can hell.
Petty standings have heard the wishing.
Down with inner tells.
|Such "applications" have two-fists.
Because "humanity The-Bird" can't soar.
And one-wren lifted up the only cup.
The "song bath" of outdoors.
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