In the morning I heared the sound of harmonica. I rolled in my bed and looked at the window. The weather wasn't like the morning, because everywhere was full of intricate purple and pink clouds. The clouds danced with the sound of harmonica and opene ...
In the morning I heared the sound of harmonica. I rolled in my bed and looked at the window. The weather wasn't like the morning, because everywhere was full of intricate purple and pink clouds. The clouds danced with the sound of harmonica and opened and closed their puffy skirts. The person who played harmonica, got away and the clouds didn't move and...
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