stacey (specialcamper) wrote in u2,

heres a little game from hachiemachie, i had to have a go.

midnight, our son and of the girl to the bottom it crossing and taking von to hear us you, their impact, that us to hear, their impact in the wind to hear us, laugh to them in the rain to see us, their tear their impact to intend to hear us, their night like a gefangener to develop black to hang and blue to hear, their impact to hear us, that their impact in the tree our son, by whom luminous wall our cry their tear in precipitation to see
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