I do not extinguish the candle of the moment. The moment is not blue at all. Opinion and reconciliation my thesis is light blue. Come to me with frost from behind, the star closed her eyes from the steam, the most important of the trembling guards, my century or a half. In pain and doubt, a barrier you and I are a wonderful couple, come to me like it's not enough pen love ink.
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