‘Tis a bitter storm that changes
colour to black, quick
ere the moment twists our fate
Ye’, a cruel ghastly flick.
colour to black, quick
ere the moment twists our fate
Ye’, a cruel ghastly flick.
Spyro gyro whisk the pattern break the bed, jump on the slatten ruse amuse, a choice to choose win over abused, the beaten will lose not one...
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