When the deer was still breathing, he was still licking his head When the heart arrived, he was still pounding, but it was a fountain that was dry when the deer was still breathing, he was still licking his bars when he came to see his blood and blood. I miss you, miss this
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Mountain above the mountain, the shelter of the Jun Ant Your Gun, what life is
I miss this rampage I miss it, miss this
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This is called war without announcement, a war that has no use This is an unequal fight, a fight without a ruler I dont want to dry the plains dry and empty, I loved the deer
