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14 de abril de 2016 às 00:19 10 views

Red and Orange stains on the Iron.

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« It is so hard to leave—until you leave. »

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「 Chairs so close and room so small
You and I talk all the night long
Meagre this space but serves us so well
We comrades have stories to tell
And it's always like that in the evening time
We drink and we sing when our fighting is done
And it's always so we live under the burnt clouds
Ease our burden, long is the night
Just as no stars can be seen
We are stars and we'll beam on our town
We must all gather as one

Sιиg ωιтн нσρє αиd тнє fєαя ωιℓℓ вє gσиє. . . 」

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I'm sorry.
I have no place by your side.