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| 84% | And after a hundred and eight years of life, we've actually got seven o'clock. And there's three Gladys programmatic already, so please even count. Life is on fire! It reads, achievements, even though there's no sound or Cut-Off. You can get outside the yard, changing your own esoteric passion | ▶️ |
| 89% | This is P. Rose, a space soldier from the planet of your galaxy. I fully realize our language differences. However, I also know you finally have perfected the digital literature. Or as you on Earth call it, the language you do. So you can now understand that which I speak. Since the beginning of your time, we have been far beyond your planet. It has taken you centuries to even grasp what we developed eons of your years ago. Do you still believe it impossible we exist? You didn't actually think you were the only inhabited planet in the universe. How can any race be so stupid? Permit me to set your mind at ease. You don't have to conquer your planet. Only save it. We could have destroyed it long ago if that had been our aim. Our principal purpose is friendly. I admit we had to take certain means, but you might refer to us as coming. But that is because of your big guns which have destroyed some of our representatives. If you persist in denying us all our language, then we must only accept that you do not want us on friendly terms. We then have no alternative but to destroy you before you destroy us. | ▶️ |
| 87% | Make it, so we can kick it. | ▶️ |
| 88% | Hey, it's me. I guess since I'm talking to this machine that you're not around, I just wanted to call, maybe, maybe say hello. See how you are, see what you're up to. You know, maybe, maybe apologize or throw things up, talk them up to things. We used to believe what things were. No, they killed a man. Well, it's not an ego of a loss, so I guess I'm, I guess I'm cool talking now. But I can't pull my heart out any more, so I guess I'll just, I'll do it. Goodbye. | ▶️ |
| 84% | Jingle Bell, Jingle Bell Rock with Hip Hop Hmm, look what we got here, yeah I definitely can relate What happened to my Christmas present for 88 As I float and let it go So fresh like Santa You have to say, Ho, Ho, Ho | ▶️ |
| 90% | But, at the end of the day, maybe we need to payres. Well, really, I would like to kind of go back to miss someone who is probably inspired by that sort the way of doing yoga, or cider emphasis. Because, again, I think we should take this of course. So, never mind, just first of all, maybe there are only otherWalets who are taking stumps MINI Australian. So, in many ways, we can do that. Only if you're trying to measure the analyses and you think the movements are missing, you don't want to get lost, you know they're being pulled off even after this wasRA Act. | ▶️ |
| 87% | You gotta get it soft and wet so we can kick it. | ▶️ |
| 88% | You gotta get it something with so we can take it | ▶️ |
| 86% | On my journey, so far and out of this world I have seen that things better left untold But once the day will come when all is three wheeled As people are prepared and then be strayed sealed Until that day comes I am sworn to fight All the four satans my race burning bright Where will to go on to whatever required truth The untapped, the placed souls and the clear fire Bored by the three worlds We fall to a pole There is one thing certain Our souls can't be sold | ▶️ |
| 87% | Strike! With power we fight! With power we control the night! So all these evil fear for your life and the power of this year is descending as one to the plus and the threat we have so far so far Is it made us fire? So that now we can see? Well we have learned that things have no ways for facing So all ages unite with your class to the air when the call of revolution will be played I will not falter! When my brothers are calling to fight I will dare to stand and strike! | ▶️ |
