There was a pale moon as well over the southern island

At the place of a northern city, where lilacs are blooming.

I'll walk on and on to that place.		I mumbled quietly "Good morning" in the fog.

Two brothers and one sister. I wonder what they are talking about.		The firework sounds in your body and soul.
They are getting along quite well

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