When the fairy came.
Later fly high.
Invite the night hum.
Flowing rhythm of wind waves.
Dive into the water.
In a game of colors and feelings.
There are not able to me Understand.
About your character for me.
There wound which peace.
On the green grass and trees.
As just a form of garnish ago
There is nothing I can say.
All will be eternal.
When we share a sense of peace in the september meeting.
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