Kaospilot - A Tragic Picture
You used to smile. Your blue eyes shaped the perfect picture.
The picture of joy created by material. Too tragic. To one fine
day, and you said: there is no hapiness here , no hapiness here.
The picture of joy created by material. Too tragic. To one fine
day, and you said: there is no hapiness here , no hapiness here.
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