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FRIENDS FOREVER
At the open bridge,
On the little street,
Three friends with same beats.
Come to see the pleasant evening,
And there is sound of frying steaks
And wanders.
The evening seems cold,
As the wind come to...
At the open bridge,
On the little street,
Three friends with same beats.
Come to see the pleasant evening,
And there is sound of frying steaks
And wanders.
The evening seems cold,
As the wind come to...
