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Ash particles are dull cloudy sky.
As the lightning She Thunder
Eight black staircase Moh Moh
Do not pass the laugh.
One lonely
Because normally fall
Find him in the rain
Moe's wounds
I'll still dark, hidden far enough.
In the rainy season, he left to fear
I hate the rain.
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