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We rely on soft data to arm each other
There was love in the refreshing spirit of the moon
Our heads are a heavy branch of burden and leaves
It was on the threshold of the altar of love
There was love in the refreshing spirit of the moon
Our heads are a heavy branch of burden and leaves
It was on the threshold of the altar of love
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I'm like a white cloud wave beside you
Sitting on the grass weed the white rose
Every moment you lean on the thin eyelashes
The dew on the leaves of your hands
Sitting on the grass weed the white rose
Every moment you lean on the thin eyelashes
The dew on the leaves of your hands
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As if the angels of God are with us
They grabbed their little hands
In the aroma of flame and mourning of spandex and cloud of smoke
The altar was painted their secret
They grabbed their little hands
In the aroma of flame and mourning of spandex and cloud of smoke
The altar was painted their secret
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Your long forehead in the light of candles
It was calm and calm Chu the clear sea
He was sitting with his silver legs
Below your eyelids a dream come true
It was calm and calm Chu the clear sea
He was sitting with his silver legs
Below your eyelids a dream come true
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I was thirsty for your voice to sing
In my ears, that sweet word
Because the kids are going to listen
The old myths of overcrowded secrets
In my ears, that sweet word
Because the kids are going to listen
The old myths of overcrowded secrets
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Then you opened your eyes to the sky
Arc wings and colored crystals
In the chest was the heart of the altar
I hesitated in the flames of that moment
Arc wings and colored crystals
In the chest was the heart of the altar
I hesitated in the flames of that moment
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I said, "Yeah," and like a breeze in the morning
I trembled and restless towards you
But you were nothing and I still saw
There is nothing in your chest except your wish
I trembled and restless towards you
But you were nothing and I still saw
There is nothing in your chest except your wish
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