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trumanmoise

    In the countryside, there is no need to set an alarm clock
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    Either read or travel, soul and body, there must be one on the way
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    Painful autumn sun, spilled places, touch the warmth
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    You were, my sun, the center of my world
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    Say sorry to yourself. I haven't learned to love myself these years
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