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The some shapes of my love is touching a door in my shadow.
Nevertheless, only to you, I can talk about non-official-covered myself.
Take regards, that ought not to become a love whose definition is now.
Life should not be fun, and I might leave from me, as long as you won't stand by me.
I know, that's tight up contents which is mine.
I want feel that your smells and smiles are here.
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The some shapes of my love is grasping you there's no sunburn.
Nevertheless, only to you, I can talk about nude of me.
Take regards, that ought to become a love whose definition was over.
Days should not be rolling, and I leave from me, as long as you won't stand by me.
I know, that's looking up realities which are mine.
I want feel that your voices and moves are here.
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