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I'll braid my braid and all the sailors will follow me, striped style is always in fashion
Lit candles in memory of the dead
The old road through the dead forest
The DJ will adjust the turntables in order for the music to play
The blue ball rises high into the sky
Santa Claus and a deer will give you a holiday
Morning landscape. The sun is rising
The water will wash away your footprints in the sand
The Himalaya mountains rise above the clouds
The look will drive any woman crazy
A beautiful and graceful dead end
The violin will look into your lonely soul