You see my thorns are surging,
It's digging the sand to find a world.
Am I dangerous?
Those men abandoned me,
For no reason they caught me.
Now I'm lost in death,
But I found lots of puff,
This is heavenly
I'm in the heaven
Swimming accord to the,
Moves of clouds! ! !
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