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Royal court saw
simple
After her children and her disciples product
I'm - I cry for help
Brother
We have to save
The children are trapped
She did not voice
Her two legs
I'm going to leave the body
Children There is no blood in the face
Royal court saw
Nursing dress child
Whatever the red barn through
He is not easy to be on the shoulders kits
I'm - I cry for help
Brother
Please save me
I was already trapped alone
She had not yet
He shoots red spot on the baby and saw that
She kits
Her children jostle spins's
When I look out
. . Just a dream.
no no
This is not a dream
Dream is really happening outside
See those who claim to
This is a real war
peace poets
The poets read the fear of fear of prison ရဇ္ are pips
This really is no peace yet occurred
In fact,
Military life
One of the field trial are
A selfish
One is you are fired
Housing wealth
The value between the wars
(The value could be in the hands of those who know)
You and I
What comfort
comforters. .
Poet
Demands, including full
In future duty