Colored hopes.
That choke.
It's a stroke.
What you looking for,
In this floor?
Some more?
Always green.
Always win.
Always is eyes.
The pupil shines.
betrays stars.
Is it war?
You know, you win.
it break my chin.
It throws down me.
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