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The thunder crashed, the trees rolled.
The bushes around trembled.
It comes to us on the light.
The terrible grandfather Mazai
WOW: This is what?
Poetry :D
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Difficulty trouble
Everything goes out instead of rhythm.
Who is to blame?
The terrible grandfather Mazai
P.S. Do you hear a whisper, and do you have normal poems?
HGH: in the sense?
Lyric there... Romance
HH: Yes, of course there is
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I found the forbidden door where it was.
There are probably winter bird stories.
Don’t ask me to show you this.
I can’t explain where the summer colours are.
The road is not easy in autumn.
If you follow the trail, know.
Watch the abandoned door.
A terrible grandfather named Mazai