| Probability | Text |
|---|
| 95% | Someone phrased the spam Joking only of a summer's children's son | ▶️ |
| 100% | I have a dream. My... My... My... My... four little children. One day in their elimination Where they will not be judged by the color of their skin But by the content of their character. I have a dream today. | ▶️ |
| 94% | No, you're the cause, you're the cause All of the forms, social This world would be a person If you really love No, other girls Send me out The docile deaf or other children You're the cause College Socialize for you | ▶️ |
| 99% | Say we want to make it a better place for our children. | ▶️ |
| 95% | You're the middle children of history, man. No purpose, no place. We have no break, Lord. No break depression. Our break was a spiritual world. Our break depression. Our lives. | ▶️ |
| 100% | I am director, we defend the children. You know I swear I'm not the one who can't help. I love the children, I love kids. I love the peers, I'm not the only father dead. Trust me, child, it's only natural. Oh, come on, don't be dumb. You can trust me, I'm a priest. I want to go to make a vegetable feast. | ▶️ |
| 98% | And a children of me was well. | ▶️ |
| 100% | Before the victors won, even some will have to face physical death. But if physical death is the price that some must pay to free their children from a permanent psychological death, then nothing shall be more redemptive. We shall overcome it. | ▶️ |
| 95% | I have big children! Farewell, my friend. I go on to a better place. | ▶️ |
| 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. | ▶️ |
