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For what is worth and love, do it to the extreme.
If the past can drink, memories are a hangover.
Men, women and children are afraid of sun, I am not afraid of sun, tan more thin, how good the weather... It is suitable...
Whose fingers have slipped through a thousand years; Who in the repeated questioning can be forgotten; I wait for you to use up all the sadness; But there's something in your eyes that I don't understand.