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A wind dies.
Every one .
It is a very small town to a busy town.
There is also no reliance.
It passes.
You are only.
It cheers up.
Your dream .
Even if it keeps kana .
Your dream .
It watches.
Much .
It is a report to you.
My prayer .
A large night sky .
Up to marine that direction .
It is a report to you.
To your origin .
Also sadness and joy .
Warmth is also even pity.
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