Cry

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Who's planer is pocked with your curtain storm invading you thin figure. The vendor is alive. Dreaming. This night, your legend, but the stream is the chu, the junction is awake is a pillow. The jade silence is speechless dozens. Years of dreams, a laughter, a young boat, half a lanyard, a few wine glasses, a few wine glasses, pouring, your unsteady, the pressure is in your heart, but the tears of the rebirth, the tears of the front, you pray for you to practice you. The figure I endured how many daydays I didn't see the king of the dead, forty-six years, your heart, forty-six bottles, alcoholic, old wine, no star, night, shallow, you listen to your life sound

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