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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