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How mad am I in your love,
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fillyour daysWith so much sojoys and roses,may,may the new year,this my prayerfrom the Lord-God!
In the goggles everyone looks like
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Classics, classics are themselves
Appreciated and admiredAnd accepted by allThose who read and loved,Loved and likedClassics romantic or classical.