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So don't cry. So do not ask.
Such hate. Such praise.
Such pain hide deeper under the skin,
It does not see, his name is more expensive.
Such leave is always in English.
Such't keep when they close.
Such free. They are lonely.
Such miserable. Their wounds are deep.
But you don't see their heart is closed.
No one is forgotten and nothing is forgotten.
'His wounds glasses of whiskey,
They forget the insults and loved ones.
Their wings are broken. Life was empty.
- The fragments of the dreams dig into the body.
Deep pedal and the wind through the veins.
They did not return. They no replacement...
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