The Fire in The Stove

The Crow In the Night

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1he soil became the body,

One rib, that's the other half The earth is no longer alone, Kabala is a miracle of light. On the way of the rising sun, To turn back is to do not want to go rough altogether nigged. Nor can fire bring eternal heat, Only love opened the magic wings of the stars. If I could meet you once, I don't know what can wipe out the bubble, I don't know what seems to be very happy.

If one day I go quietly, I don't know how many people cry more quiedy, I don't know how many people will be silent.

I'm Just A Lady

y mood is more want to accompany the romantic stability to fly, Always believe that defects are also a kind of beauty. Unguarded every night, Counting my heartbreak, Who can see a softly flat anyway?

My mood is more like a string of wind chimes and a bunch of roses, Always stick to my own heart without the gray. And thinking about every little thing, Although I won't talk about it, Who can really knows what's behind this?