I felt cold after turn over the page
Seems like the season changed here, so quick
Those women, who loves warmth
Their face must be as white as snow
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Flocks of endless discolored balloons are departing from the death-pain...
Those who have begun a new hymn, sounds like the axe chopping in a stormy garden
I am calling them soldiers
The strange tattoo loves and laughs inside the skin
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See the mirror, my reflection can't even express words! Sitting is such musing, when smell touches everything from everywhere; whereas letting the journey to Wonderland adhering to the rule of mistiness. Oh that zoo, which bears my
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Last few days I was dying to listen a song...
Rainy vehicles are vanishing to the confluence of an unknown city
playing their horn
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