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Which Last

inverse rivers mislead you as sleeping fish but the trench will be released from the tricks the load will not come to the heart bird flight away from our memories we have promised to fisherman we will not leave the waves for his nobody's going to get dizzy from our write the sun will not burn our skin no picture in the hearts that will not bad mirrors not decimate with your eyes which last is waiting for whose

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