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channie blog ^^The blue ocean that the red sun used to wash its face turns black. The white sky that had clouds and rain and the wind turns gray. I leave the darkness that finds my heart. Even the cold shadow that covers the night starts to harden. If the ice melts, a warmer song would have come out. But why is the ice so cold? Why is it so cold? Why are they so cold. Why are they so cold. The blue ocean that the red sun used to wash its face. I look at the past warmth that is deeply buried (too late get it out).
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