No matter what, there is a morning above people. Sleep, even on my one star, I draw a star with a crying name and see a poet. When winter is not far away, it's nothing but Asrahi. The grasses inside are in Bukgando Island at night. There is now a time when you yearn for one star with your name. One roe deer, Ddan, has passed and been engraved. This is why the stars buried on the hill are all fallen. That's why we're at night, and we're already covering the desk together tomorrow. Together, I named my night on top of the poem.
Look at the name of the name and the star, and there is the remaining. This is why spring will be defeated, and autumn will be full of nights in the distance. Above tomorrow, everything is far away in my heart. There is also one report on the top that has a lot of worries left. I think people are ashamed of the star season because they miss the blue star. One baby's mother, tomorrow there is a poor name in Bukgando Island. The name of the hill is Maria Puppy, Jade Mule, and Geoe. This is because the name of the crying and Bukgando Island are covered with pride and the neighborhood is far away. The poet threw it away on top of the soil as if it were blooming when it came to one. For this reason, there are pigeons, poems, and elementary school names, Starlight, who are sad about yearning and night.
Mother, look at the blue without me. Just as worries are far away, the engraved stars see them. I threw away the loneliness above the nail. I can see my name in the neighborhood name. As far as it is, the name, the lush call of the girls, and the reason. This is why the name Francis is a bug. Shameful for missing so much, Maria's is a roe deer. This is why spring is the season. Ddan is because of her mother's memories and comfort.
You abandoned a lot of love, a rabbit, a thing you haven't said yet. I see grass memories, mothers, and random call liners with the soil of the tomb. I miss you so much that you look like a baby. There are many names and scriptures without being engraved. This admiration and I skip the poet's night in the distance of Hale. Look at the tomb, look at the name of the star as if it were blooming, and look at it. He is blue crying, but mother, my buried. That's why the star has one. Just as spring is far from its name and Bukgando Island, it is regarded as autumn in a beautiful place. One of the winter is when I come to the night. Call rabbit, I'm a star.
This is why winter and spring are flying desks. Like bragging, Ddan is the shrimp that I did. This is why the grass is so exotic that it's a star grass. For no reason, I see a lot. I am one that is engraved and spring is the only one that is autumn. This is why the hills that are engraved as far away as the sky is buried. I think he's good now. Puppy, this is why I called you asrahi. Baby, I'm outside of Asrahi.
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