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Thanks to that engine that arrived late.... The confusion that got crystal clear.... The time after dinner, at the stairs.... When she said...."O..

Let's get close and not discover Cause discovery is only for us not for them.....

Oh how was I mad to sparkle... Sparrows mingling and I can hear..... Was it I who wounded myself? Or was it the feel that splashed me Ten millio..

For the one I adore.....

Illustration of ah! Balasun

As on demand....I'm here with the Cherry Blossom...

Its often I go around with Milo..... The outskirts of this countryside..... Talking with him, through the willow.... He shows the way, walking ..

Its so nice to be back in town, feels like the Hill's wearing a beautiful gown..... With all new friends around me, one was there always next to ..

It came like never before, confused a bit, for it was to cure.... Her eyes asked me; so many questions, some remained unanswered, now my eye mois..

For the people living as democratic slaves, in his own land....