But if it is his beautiful thing, and fair
of hair,  of hair, imprinted at London:
holiday in the park, children standing
apart from Adultery, pain and darkened
skin standing badnesse colored skin feels ||
osculating; like a monster!    The matter
foolishly abused by the girl of experience
in the obvious; Love breaking its hand
in the lost world on the way out,  
wind falling on ***** in the long life
and good feelings of the ***** Night;  
But come bright morning, the girls || have
Backed up their *** talk with the goods,
***, talk, more ***, Additional; |  | Only a
spider Satan's Lively running dance, dancing
& fluctuating over the hosts,  the song's
author plays | on the harp guitar,  guitar,
a guitar song, the private | player sitting
on the shore, sits down,       |   | the page |
completely contrary interpretation; But, Oh!
A startling recipe!  the adult's adult sons,
hearing Pa on the PA, finally plan,    always
knowing the Celebration was expected
by the way the pictures | come out
among the plainly festive fervor. ||||