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Looking back, bit by bit, recorded in the city so much we had in the past. Everything seems to still vaguely in mind. Think of the tears have had numerous regret and night. And when love is gone, all will be gone. Looking back, when everything changed. Become devastated, who would know about it? So go! Leave the wrong time with the object, looking for one of their own happiness.
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