"Rangers look for that one, travelers hearts country."
I am looking for my hearts in the country, I think it does not look like concrete,
Ice cold touch the wall of steel, but can feel the thick of the heart wall.
My heart is like wandering, but also eager to reclaim the landscape to find the love of stopforever.
In the safe zone have all my love, my love, my love anyone or anything.
On the map often lost myself, I always thought that I decided to plug in somewhere I belong to the victory banner, the
I live and work on in the establishment of the Kingdom to live down.
Dream's blind obsession with the place of the subconscious mind is everything.
I am reluctant to spend the night in every impulse of short,
I realized that the reason I am willing to stop, but where there is love of knitting to my "Nostalgia"
Finally, I still choose to bury the memory in the back garden, spread out the map to
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