Come on earth, I'm flying higher, I'm running out of fuel.
Hello Ms Moon, my principal has just canceled all my syllables. ler, there's only the echo of plan zero.
There's no harm in giving ourselves Sundays
So that we can meet and then dance.< br/>Come on, the sour apple diet, you're killing me. it's not logical.
Here goes the story of small efforts
But I'm tired of you proving me wrong.
I don't find it funny, Horror Horror .
There's no harm in giving each other Sundays
So that we can meet and then dance.
There's no harm in giving each other appointments, little hugs, touched, wet
So that life becomes nothing more than a party with a headache.
Gone are petal desires, not sweets sweet, it's not normal.
I don't remember habits, life is meant to be at altitude.
Come back this evening, should we talk about what else?
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