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There is a magical lilac-blue evening, which hidden in paper haze of childlike picture.

Let’s go, let’s go with me to there.

There is a coral dawning, which embraces naked fingers by warm surf, and there is a sand, which smells like sky tenderness.

Let’s go, let’s go with me to there.