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A moment of core........
Breeze fills the land alone
Colours upon the eyes cold
Have you met such door?
Falls in the land called store
With a treasure of precious door
Winds first appear whole
Movement of tiny leaves
Curbs the...
Colours upon the eyes cold
Have you met such door?
Falls in the land called store
With a treasure of precious door
Winds first appear whole
Movement of tiny leaves
Curbs the...
