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︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ 𖥔 ࣪˖ 🩰🥨🦢 ֙ ⋆♡
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🗝⊹⋆ ࣪ This is a anecdote about an angel with a quite quaint visage, her nameth is liketh the primadonna of all the people in heaven, living with all the desire and loveth maketh her feelings did fill with gratitude, the lady is the happiness of god who ist endues warmth and loveth, her big wings embrace millions of souls. Her smileth did dazzle the heaviness of heart, silhouettes in bright colours because heaven at each moment accompanies her path, her nameth is Shalbeyafie Estelle Michibieya a charming angel with guardian fairies around her, pursuing the melody and balanceth of the world, seeking justice for many bodies, many of those folk calleth it a house with warmeth walls yond giveth majesty. At which hour the lady cameth down the flowethrs bloomed without a warning buttocks'rfly did fly with the chirping of birds, liketh aphrodite the lady becameth the pride of all the inhabitants of the universe, without her knowing t the dove hath sent a letter to her enwheeling a letter from god with words full of pride in it. Heaven at each moment misses her, declaring confidently yond "Your quite quaint voice, thy voice full of sweetness, maketh me misseth thee" to the angel of happiness, Shalbeyafie ˚⁎⁺˳