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In my youth, the typewriter sewed things well
A piece of summer in my heart. Sea, sand, shells in the heart
This is my paradise of enjoying the sunset on the beach
Boots in the corner with my son
Motorcycle my motorcycle went for a long time
The wind is in the heat and I'm shparu that I 'm sad my sadness
Pink roses to my classmate
My dog's spring mood
There's a pink floid in my glass
Kurt Cobain is always in my heart
My head is like an apple today, and it hurts as if under fire
My desire to get to the sea is boundless