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on 2008-12-05 11:52:18 |
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Do you know love?
Which had gone with dove;
You really don't know me;
For I always sink under sea;
Love can sink you too;
But she only sink the fools;
How wonderful it is?
I always happy with this;
Do you want to help me?
To tell for me to my she;
That I have a sense in my world;
To lookforward impossible hers; |
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