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That is love
That is love,
that's Buddha scold, recorder on genitals that became ashes, boy and girl singing in a chorus, if or drowsily maiden's leg that such appearance, alzheimer and cheering
from such a ray.
Your sigh,
The sigh, the acting and lies that mourn your beautiful heart. But purplepotato who celebrates the hope of others without hope. You thought you something is strange.
Her lies,
A woman's lie is a hymn to those two. That modest threats than (poetry)
that's Buddha scold, recorder on genitals that became ashes, boy and girl singing in a chorus, if or drowsily maiden's leg that such appearance, alzheimer and cheering
from such a ray.
Your sigh,
The sigh, the acting and lies that mourn your beautiful heart. But purplepotato who celebrates the hope of others without hope. You thought you something is strange.
Her lies,
A woman's lie is a hymn to those two. That modest threats than (poetry)
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