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Noble oboe now sings every next saturday evening (Free verse) by ALChemy

Pale meadows streaming blue waves of Tuscany dreams fellowships embark upon the Moonbeam Starship Satellite willows lead the way to home and lost memories what pure delight.

Dovina 24-Jul-05/6:24 AM
I'm a little under a Denken Weizen at the moment, but are there realy meadows in Tuscany? I do like to board a starship with its bark and all, of willows and such wherever the memories lead.




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