Lightning Wig Final Fantasy

Now truly at home in the South West.
walked from the bus stop now, I heard a nightingale from the bushes around the House of Pioneers.

stand and think about fate.

But little of this. So little. barely touching in the dark. I am the wind among the leaves of red

write poems about you again

And it seems that there is no return
И не пройти с тобой на свет
Туда, где ты шепнул когда-то
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