The nectar of the Hitya shore is four-dimensional
The sky is the time, the sound is the dream
The fairy tale of Nandini's dream in Luit
In the evolution format calendar
Life is a feeling of the way
Positive truth-seeking of self-realization
Fragrance search survey outline
The unexpressed Malay of the saturated non-human
In the reflection of the diversity of the search site
It is a deception that drives self-satisfaction
There are many echoes that touch the heart
Peaceful monotonous green feeling
They come to life in the glory of the audible melody
The light of the imperfection of the burdened mind
The curse of everyday self-evident memories
They disappear into the depths of the sky
The white smile of the bright coconut
Singing songs in the non-existent boat crossing the past
There is a trembling shadow
There are many ways to get away from these things. 

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