Lost the respect of the world for us to
free model transition to democracy
alternating together not wonder what we
could not translation in theory at least
- oh baby do not be sad on those in
the dark small groups held their days - said words shook the nation from the
corners and in the depths of the sea to
gold free voice Dad in their respective
fields crying to the moon generate
those
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