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Life is a smoke that will disappear when the wind blows
Life is a little rest flower that has counted days
I rather live just one day in your house
Than keep myself for thousand years in another place
Life is a smoke that will disappear when the wind blows
Life is a little rest flower that has counted days
I rather live just one day in your house
Than keep myself for thousand years in another place
