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My is never darkness at the star.

I’d like so fear, The Star is so far.

The link I promise stars at new

My Ferries Blue.

To strike my promise nightly light.

I’m waiting a day. So is me wait.

I’d like my fear so is trough at all

I’d like my Soul isn’t like as a boll.

Straight stars at means its never fly to me.

I Wouldn’t Its fries.

I’d like my starts to promise thy sweet self too.