Cloudy the weather, like smoking the heather..
Anonymous it looks to be, hillarious they way to see..
Undefined shape, with mystery filled, feeling nothing, like like a honey in a bilb..
Mixed in white, black and even blue, like the mixer in the kitchen , the rules has to be flew..
Blowing winds like on a peak of a mountain, crowdness of a people, some of them were beaten..
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