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when I was a kid I like shouting there awesome cheery face on the loch echo that makes sense of shivering never tickles but felt air embrace
when I become a chaste I lost there atrocious vantage point on the coins aren't well but still myself vociferate as I throw senselessly the bad luck
when I met you there's sudden change terrified each morning to visit the well wishing to coerce bridge towards us hurl hope until our distance occupied
