What my phone wrote in my pocket
The mountainside
Your beacon. Ever burning
I think
The mountainside your beacon
The mountainside
I have woken up
The second course
The mountainside
I tried to cope
Address bar of your feathered heart
But aside from the public domain names
The address is being held.
The colour and size of the machine
The second course
Untarnishably wonderful in all departments,
River queen
The mountainside
The mountainside, your sovereignty acclaimed
Light
The information contained in this email
This is theoretically doable
For the price
In may
How was (love hearts) a bit of fun
The only one
Of the machine and news
The address is correct
And up to Stokey on the bus
I think one
I am the mountainside
Your sovereignty
I am caught.
How it goes
Without the mountainside.
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