I Started Thinking I Picked Strings
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Is always dense memories in any season, whether I'm too in love or deeply hurt...
I started thinking I picked strings. sing-sang sang rhymes missed. Really bored, come evening talking about you...
When I go back with him, became symponi that never mortal, at the Big Dipper to the port in love ocean romance...
Come dear, there are thousands of temples that I made flowers. Which is closely linked to my cell when you arrived...
Created such a happy shade of meaning, converge in a point of light, allied in a sense, calling for peace of mind...

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