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In the game, he showed magic
The caravans of my thoughts returned
Either the heartbeat stops
Or break this atmosphere of silence
You are in my heart wherever you are
and will remain in the heart
If you were dead, there would be hundreds of songs to come
Millions of thoughts start reflecting
the memories in flashback and flash-forward manners
Who shook the strings?
There is one thing to bring it
Otherwise, all friends are familiar liars
Everything is like an illusions
The palm of hope is green
Make a million jokes
I have a passion to be a winner of the game
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I love the hope in yours...
Very interesting. I like it very much. :)