I needed to get myself, with companions
In any case, the goal changed, with the way
Keep in mind that he comes to me full, With references
Soil scent like, With rain
The story is such an extensive amount love
He likewise changed, With seasons
The night was rest however the moon tired
Wake up, With my desires
Overlooked everything on the planet's commitment
The despondency of adoration was kept, With each book
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