Upon Beauty Rests. For The Days We Fear The Air We Breathe. The Perfect Things In Poetry. 美容休符時. 日のために我々は、我々が呼吸する空気を恐れる. 詩パーフェクト事.
...shine so beautifully. It's a mirror image of the stars in the sky. Each are corresponding to one on the other side. We aren't the perfect things in poetry
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