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Tomorrow will arrive When you are them Come then asked About love and taste Tomorrow you also ask them again How love exists in the world I was speechless My eyes closed closed to enjoy the world Tomorrow

I wish u I wish I had wings I'll fly through the clouds I'll take him Fly with the sky there I wish I was a poet I want to write a poem The most beautiful Among other poems Just for him I wish I was the

Sharpened bamboo Why do you bring me The snout of bayonet and bayonet are unsheathed And I just want to be free And let the Nyiur suffer Destroyed on the edge of the sky Because you forced me Survive or

For my Country Hero For my country ... Shattered bones Blooded whole body Swim with heart-warming sweat I am willing for my homeland Sangsaka is bold red White nan holy Waving in the wind Tears pouring

We are imprisoned with moss bars We are struck with a lock of fog Until we do not realize it Until we do not feel it Divine law is placed at the bottom of the ground The law of beings above all else God's

Something nice to see at the sea! The landscape of Denmark is gorgeous and stunning at the same time. An ordinary trip becomes something special when you look around and let yourself go with the flow!

[Rusia] Я из тех, кто залипает в каждый цветочек (и мама тоже), поэтому в Кёйкенхофе мы прогуляли где-то 6 часов. Ну а как иначе, они же безумно красивые! И это при том, что из-за холодов тюльпаны на полянах

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The sky in this city of Tapis looks dark A collection of black clouds began to cover the blue sky How is the sky in Pekan Baru Still the rainstorm Let the cold weather pierce the bone There is still a

Naruto Shippuden

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SINGLE BABY Far from you I'm just a dream Being in front of you is just a shadow It does not mean anything Not worth it I'm happy when I'm saturated with you Though you are indifferent to that taste I

Crying Mother Tears In the smile you hide your fatigue Tribulation day and night befall you not for a second stop your step To be able to give me a new hope A piece of cake always catches you as humble

Tugas Kuliah

Not just tears To define wounds No need to swear Although now we are like two camps are divided And no need to suddenly disappear To measure the boundary between comfortable and dear You can slander if

Subject Then Your figure is gone But not for the behavior The sweet but fake Also the oral heard the heart There is but nothing Sometimes melelong elegi longs In the old disappointed syair The rhythm of

Cruel World at nightfall it's getting dark feels there is air which is getting closer the dream becomes bad night becomes lost in a short sense when the moon stars are bright challenging night which is

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detak jantung

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