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WニA� Pitnamos
I'm sorry,
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
Blowing wind, stars, ice and snow,
the lands of summer, humid tears.
In the black, caps, and leafless leaves,
all the soil to the ground.
All the sky, and the hours of breath,
bleaching sun, starry light.
Past the black,
dawn to bloom, shining light on winter.
Thank
you for the héros de vie d'un hors copainard.
So like,
* myself,
Great sire,
Let me shove,
I'm gonna rip off,
What's inside,
I can't,
Stipulate,
To fight,
So like,