I know in my heart of a sometimes quiet ardor is what makes me but I'll want to break the ardor. In my heart I sometimes fall, a wall is built then maybe it is love or God's will.
How to go What makes helpful
That makes the hull of straws
One day, but I am a brick Girato,
Then at night makes any wall
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