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Smallsevenindreamspace，nowIusethischarmwithher，seeifyoucanletmereturntoinsideopenconsciousnesspath.
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Thisideaisreally...
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Eyesbegantosurroundthewhitemist，comeback...
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Whoisthiswoman
I‘mthinkingof，justlistentohermouthtosingup...
Spend...
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Words，Ihaven‘tseenwhatareparentslike
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This，thisistoomuch，Ididn‘tzhaknowherbody!
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Thisistheconcentration
Songended...
Kingsson...
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Iwasdreaming