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The flower that smiles today, tomorrow dies.
Like the girl who smiles. Always, at night cries.
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The flower that smiles today, tomorrow dies.
Like the girl who smiles. Always, at night cries.
Bạn đang đọc truyện trên: Truyen2U.Com