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This video is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to anyone, living or dead, is coincidental and unintentional.
This video is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to anyone, living or dead, is coincidental and unintentional.
This video is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to anyone, living or dead, is coincidental and unintentional.
This video is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to anyone, living or dead, is coincidental and unintentional.
This video is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to anyone, living or dead, is coincidental and unintentional.
This video is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to anyone, living or dead, is coincidental and unintentional.
This video is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to anyone, living or dead, is coincidental and unintentional.
This video is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to anyone, living or dead, is coincidental and unintentional.
This video is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to anyone, living or dead, is coincidental and unintentional.
This video is a work of fiction. any resemblance to anyone, living or dead, is coincidental and imagination.
This video is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to anyone, living or dead, is coincidental and imagination.
This video is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to anyone, living or dead, is coincidental and imagination.
This video is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to anyone, living or dead, is coincidental and imagination.
This video is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to anyone, living or dead, is coincidental and imagination.
This video is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to anyone, living or dead, is coincidental and imagination.
I want to spend my time that was thrown away by the sand
It's written on your face
In other words, I live today
And I sleep well at night
But in the midst of that, even now
I can live a little bit
Million secrets, million secret objects
Million secrets, million secret objects
Because there are million secret objects
After a day when my eyes are about to turn
I laugh with an unending love
I feel like I can go anywhere
I don't know what to do with you
In other words, I live today
And I sleep well at night
But in the midst of that, even now
I can live a little bit
Million secrets, million secret objects
Thank you.
Thank you.
Thank you.
Thank you.
Thank you.
Thank you.
Thank you.