was coming to Sharnsim

 

 

 

was coming to Sharnsim

 

The feathers of the pavilion were exhausted

 

asks me to clime

 

On the wet and relaxed relaxation of a long hug

 

How she led me to walk deep in my heart

 

The spring is spring

 

From the folds of the spring

 

 

The pot is dripped with the  magical pure cup

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