I. La Garrigue s'abreuve sa thirst éternelle dans une attente de la pluie: comme avec Racines of pods, Griffe, ongle ou doigt, ASPIRE elle une source de ses branches tordues vide, fishing water from the sky at the net, suck up clouds of plaster and soot, while it is under the weight of its stones pens what the treasure of its moisture.
II. an arid desert where left its smell of burning fire on the dry sown confusion in a sky which seems the rain of soot and ash nourished and with a heart in turmoil, poor mold / muscle on Love the grill browned, I am delighted that the three conditions in three woes joy agency.
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