"This little cloud that follows me.
I found some words scribbled with black ink of my thoughts. What inspires me the rain. It was raining that day. The tears rolling like the torrent. Tears of " crocodile crocodiles." This little cloud that follows me. Charivari emotions, and soft words, suddenly tearful.
I put red in my heart, benefit advantage to it overflows. "
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