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Rating: Abstract things are made to be loved, excellent.
When you touch the mountain what do you say? The lines appear, they gather, forming clear circumstances, you're welcome.
Unknown Pressure, one pounding, heartbeat, man, strong thought.
You are fortified in the barrier of darkness, and what do you do? Disorder, days as a king... then I discover I am the candidate.
I remember nothing, that's the beauty, how much to be loved, how much it would be needed in modern production.
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