So the gold is on a path ahe has a map to and she finds the sun and a little boy she pays in gold. And then she leaves hims but sees his people and says a little boy with gold up the road help him. Then she rides that boat back out to sea and leaves me
To wonder when will all this be a bad dream or made up lie in the sky with some pie hmm.

The rope that pulls you from the flood can become the noose around your neck.

Relationship is  the  bonding  of  feelings.

and will I like being called a jazz baby? --You will love it.

Written By F. Scott Fitzgerald

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