The pencil down, go to the window, when the Moon is dyed red by missing? How many people and it is placed the number of Acacia? If day is sowing and ploughing, Shun, Luna for whom thin round Hook again? If he is locking feature, such as his smile, in the years of this river, from her heart, swaying into one River spring water, distant, long, and could see no end.
Pull out ringing the heart had read it number: I am your water glasses, I feel every day with millions of molecules you the temperature of the moist lips of yours, guard your heart; I is in your past life dreams die young, for present and future generations to a hero's waiting for, for you to banish that entangled Millennium lonely.
Who gently knocks her window, out of breath so familiar, opened the door and open heart lock on the window lattice, so warm the arms that real, his chant, because there you, my I's move, let me be your water glass.
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