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FREDDY01
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Beneath the clouds fall down the days, we feel the essence of pouring rain... years go by every second makes us older this little meter... spaces between us separate the truth, darkness in my eye, gleam in my mind, bliss of good days of my youth, the song sounds noiseless, the Christmas bells once again, causes me to think over about the bliss of good days.
While my mind rests, my flesh is becoming gray, my spirit meditates the singing of birds, I can not run that fast, I can not be that stronger, I can not fight again the giant, but Lord in my weakness I wonder if you can give that mount... the rose fades away, but your answer keeps ahead.
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Sorry, my English is not that good.
While my mind rests, my flesh is becoming gray, my spirit meditates the singing of birds, I can not run that fast, I can not be that stronger, I can not fight again the giant, but Lord in my weakness I wonder if you can give that mount... the rose fades away, but your answer keeps ahead.
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Sorry, my English is not that good.