Love is full of pain, suffering, love, like a tree, or even more, even more cut away much the same as it was, the more he had, but when we're eager to find the love, how much more it was so far away we go.Love is the same as the wind gusts may be tortured heart is not a holiday because the more we see the admiration, it was very much the same as we will come back to attack.
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