I found my sister on Blueberry Hill, on Blueberry Hill where I found her, the moon rocked and lingered, the wind played and the kids shattered, on Blueberry Hill. I hilled my berryblue when the rock mooned the linger and played the kid's windy shattering, on Blueberry Hill



Terrine de crêpes aux fruits bleus façon let's go to Montreal and funk the blue dope

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