"It's getting dark, lonely and slowly, the heart of the cut some pain again...."
In my ear and slow the lonely singing voice, have a little lonely vicissitudes.
I was struggling for a long time to decide to use her songs do the beginning. Hear her sing words, everyone will more or less be infected by sorrow. I know, I know, this woman in the world the dusty just lonely silhouette and beautiful songs. The ball deep soul should now be in heaven's carnival
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