After the happy sad yourself apartOh my friends, ever meet again?The road to me is way far from afraid toI kind of longer than a flightI love this hand carved upLizards only ragged hand growls hide outThe way "friends" where, would anyone know!Holding hands to draw a peaceful pathIn remote places, when ice constantI'm trying to keep my heart warmThe skin xạm and steer away, hand AssemblyKeep on clear lip a stroke laughTo this tomorrow, Miss you met meWill get right out of her childhood poetry smileWill we hear in warm fireGroup up by five months, sweet!
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