| Strange Les Mamrit And our time calls us the withering of the moon dunk All the joy to the seconds of her money melted timeless Thou art the root of an excuse, and I will keep you from your madness All the joy to the seconds of her money melted timeless Thou art the root of an excuse, and I will keep you from your madness May your imagination fill me and Win and I ran away and I was swept away I am captivated by your kindness, and I loved you, and you became captivated Come and defeat your circumstances I am enough, but I hear the lover of the soul and you Come and defeat your circumstances I am enough, but I hear the lover of the soul and you May my imagination give you a lot of love I love you and you are my eyes May my imagination give you a lot of love I love you and you are my eyes May your imagination fill me and Win and I ran away and I was swept away I am captivated by your kindness, and I loved you, and you became captivated |
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