There is a ship. She sails the sea. She's loaded deep as deep can be. But not as deep as the love I'm in. I know not if I sink or swim. The water is wide. I can't cross o 'er and neither I wings to fly. Give me a boat that can carry two. Both shall row my love and I. For love is gentle and love is kind. Sweetest flower when first it's new. But love grow old and waxes cold and fade away like the morning before dew
died, jessie listened to the nursery rhyme sung by her daughter, let the gun leave her for the first time, and got rid of the shackles that plagued her life, this symbolic act of liberation ended in ruins his life. He wiped the old painting of a dark horse, and saw through the reflection of the painting Robert Ford with a gun aimed at him from behind. He lowered his head, thinking of something? Maybe the answer hasn't been found yet.
Should wolves learn to be kind? Time will not wait for you to find out.
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