Growing up and flowing in the door ..
When the friendly smiles fall ...
The buds will sing ... π
When the wind blows, the stems of the Russa will fall to the ground ....
If you do not come, the lines will be torn a part.
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Yesterday is a pastπΉ Tomorrow is a mystery The present is a gift That is why it is called ...
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