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The animals love the farmer

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this was really hard

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if you cant read it then youŕe sus-christian

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My love Honolulu, tell them sorry i cannot stay this morning, but i will stay a while when the war is over; i will come back here and love the city she was accompanied by. Returning home, today i took part of Honolulu with me.

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My love Honolulu, tell them sorry i cannot stay this morning, but i will stay a while when the war is over; i will come back here and love the city she was accompanied by. Returning home, today i took part of Honolulu with me.

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Palace heart woods
forgotten riddle path awake
Autumn veins leaf

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The heart of the woods is lost like the forgotten answer to a riddle, the very path to it is forgotten, it is the Sleeping Palace. All around it the seasons are awake but in the Sleeping Palace nothing moves at all. Nothing dies there; nothing returns or is renewed. The grey stone urns along the edges of the terraces never crumble; just as the fairy spell touched them a hundred years ago.