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The past A torn paper, written verses on your beau

The past A torn paper, written verses on your beauty, my cigarette and homeland about the past, leaves me remorseful withdrawn the sorrows, woes and grief, reminds on the conditions, you promised. My past? Oh! a burnt cigarette it resembles throws everyone five-minute sucking, later A earthquake faced school, it looks burial ground of dreams, it has turned Oh, i yet miss past. #the_past
The past A torn paper, written verses on your beauty, my cigarette and homeland about the past, leaves me remorseful withdrawn the sorrows, woes and grief, reminds on the conditions, you promised. My past? Oh! a burnt cigarette it resembles throws everyone five-minute sucking, later A earthquake faced school, it looks burial ground of dreams, it has turned Oh, i yet miss past. #the_past
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