Like shellac. Sorrowful lessons there is a season as a sea sounds a cessation. Session is in court, short as a breeze on a ceaseless sea. Silly faces see phases of races, shallow forces for memorial murmurs. These phrases cease to seem full, seem to seize souls. Faceless laces fail the thrushes of the series. Here is the series the cereal herons parries. Ceres, Eros, Ares and Eris select the Susurrus they share with the heroes. Chase a shack, a pallid valis, like shellac.
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