You ... with those petals painted up there with the blade that desire virtue, which burn like a lover, you know the secret of the sound of the wind, you do not care about the years you have, I do not get that cuts, this time of high treason, I moved your fanatical loyalty, Live, then you will when you take, and the way we understand, live, we do not need anything, what has all of these people live, as a block of marble, you know: you'll take away and a sculpture!
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