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thought you were my dream the other side of the blank in the seemingly endless years, you are the only warm colors. But my trembling hands, but you always wear black hair softly. I have not lost your eye away the fetters of the pace. Close your eyes, remember when you leave the sky, a stagnate.

my pain, you see. Open hand, five fingers of the night, hazy, but clearly has a cruel pleasure.

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Why am I here? What I'm looking forward to the answer.

where through the long and winding, vaguely think there is moving in, I turn around, look closely, but only his own shadow. Still dark and night, the night wind is still cool. People are still unfamiliar, I still own one.

One day, suddenly felt very beautiful black and white photos, only the silent black and white, everything is so simple, no color, but something more realistic highlights the original look. Black and white sky, black and white face, black and white black and white into a smile ... ... When the background of life, we have seen, it has not life so simple. Some of what,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], perhaps, but we pursue the dream, those far away and happy memories.

there is always lots to talk about what is, endless. At this time, we can only silence in my heart to talk, smile with your eyes.

deep breath, the air in my story away, leaving the song ... ...
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