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I like a fragile brooch in the working hands,
Describe those burden to endure.
The fire burned my flock of dottel
And no one can hover my ardent.

I like a fragile brooch in the working hands,
Describe those burden to endure.
The fire burned my flock of dottel
And no one can hover my surrender!

I like a bitter lie in your father's words,
As the desire of what is not enough.
The fire burned my flock of dottel
And no one can hover my ardent.

I like a bitter lie in your father's words,
As the desire of what is not enough.
The fire burned my flock of dottel
And no one can hover my surrender!