Skin, kin!
To dance like a puppet because of the pains in you;
Love!
To be accepted in.
Of a bird!
Flying higher in the air as seen in the sky;
Of the bed in your room!
Like the muse of love in my homeland.
Puncture, acupuncture!
Driving along with the muse of love;
Aggregator!
Like the Royal Pains.
Skin, kin, in!
Love is the key about life;
Piece, peace!
To watch your steps in this life;
Jive, hive, five!
And, to follow the truth always.
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