-- One day there is direction On the other hand until I could not be tired But in more I end up in Bach with constant ways embodied with little aspirations not even rotating Where I sleep at times Who knows the way that having been after content
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-- One day there is direction On the other hand until I could not be tired But in more I end up in Bach with constant ways embodied with little aspirations not even rotating Where I sleep at times Who knows the way that having been after content
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