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I forgot the name, weak talent
Remember the face;
I will know you tomorrow night
For now.
Don't call dear, I'll see the cable
Filled with two eyes;
Priests face such idols
He picked up the lamp.
You will return to the flying chariot
The shadow will fall on the ground,
I will dig the temple and see you
Mandrit Mahamaya.
I will forget all the time
Love awakening in remembrance,
Then you will burn in the darkness
Sandalwood hem .
just awesome