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Intern child is narrow and small bed of friends
Side by side, lie and lie prone to regard each other well wide.
Ask an assistant on the palm and on the pillow and head toward the heavens through a window smiling
tender earlier studies in school.
We were no longer to be old quiet but beautiful
When our subtle, we have forgotten the name it gives.
Early was making this night, I want to see the campus. A brilliant shade of emerald clouds which carry fiber uncertain
Continuity, but in person after drifting away. If sweet extraordinary teams dumb
Perfect music for a quiet life. That night we were the only two such
"University " song had been whispered moan.
Now we have a lot of music and distant.
@zinminaye
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