Plume, spattered with stars, Blue, blue, blue eyes.
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We walked the path of the azure, We parted only for a long time…
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We went to attack. Directly in the chest..
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Each spring my ways steeper… With peace happiness
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The whole day in front of me, young, gold, bright sun
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