| Probability | Text |
|---|
| 97% | Stone Rhino. | ▶️ |
| 97% | I'm getting better! No you're not, you'll be stone dead in a moment. | ▶️ |
| 100% | By the sun and night the lights get bright Vo stone | ▶️ |
| 97% | Stone faces don't lie | ▶️ |
| 94% | FUUU isn't only that old and Stone geographically is in the middle of a trench... ... creativelyborne or gripping ourveass organised work to selfven Universe and Molly perc warehouse ever | ▶️ |
| 96% | Is it a stone? Is it a stone? This stone dedicated to the world of London. The world of London. The world of entire peace. The corner, the purpose of every part of London. | ▶️ |
| 99% | These are my words, they're just my feelings They're all the sounds that I can hear They're all the phones for me to catch They're all the comments that I can see The only sound is this thunder A country just so far away from me I watch the lights and charge around me To a shadow and stone Where do I find them? To a shadow and stone Where do I find them? | ▶️ |
| 100% | Your top power holds the stone. | ▶️ |
| 97% | I'm an elk, a mason, a communist, I'm the president of the Gay and Lesbian Alliance for some reason. Ah, here it is, the Stone Cutters! | ▶️ |
| 97% | Sometimes the edge of the world is quite empty, except for the blue heron picking her way sure-footed, one long leg after another, at low tide inspecting the eelgrass. She is my secret, and my heart steps high and lightly with her. Sometimes the edge of the world is allied with children, the tide pools untidy with little boats, stone circles, the beach a whole noisy continent of castles. Sometimes the sun gets to going down there, out in the bay, the blue heron is sleeping, and the beach slides out from under us in molten gold and amber and burnished brass, and tips us over into darkness. | ▶️ |
