What is he feeling?
My life...?
Our clothes have not the same design
Our place is not at one carpet
Our way is separated
Give me up
I am born with dangerous
You just in affection and love
You are searching plot
I am still in pray
Multiplying life
Two by two
You are reading me
Time by time
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