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Purple falls right into place with the space embedded in your face. Amethyst, how have you been? Your indigo is individual, wondering if this is an angel from the right angle, and beginning again.

Black Junes only make the fireflies happy, trees sappy, and sly Mr. Fox a little crafty. But don't be afraid of my BFG, because Charlie and the Chocolate Factory was written before seen. But this is just a dream. An eclipse from this bliss leaving everything amidst.

Brown Dusk leaves the skies all sorts of colors. The leaves as purple as the sky blackening out every grayish blemish from the scent of ripe reds and deep blues making everything primary secondary.

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