Trine DaelyPainted desert, ocean of colorsun's worshiper, moon's loverpicture of a coyote's voicesandbox of angels, another toy.
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A painted desert, ocean of colorsun's worshiper, moon's loverpicture of a coyote's voicesandbox of angels, another toy. In the desert, there is no breeze, you can't hear your heartbeat. You don't have to talk, you don't have to smile. In the ocean of colorsun's worshiper, moon's loverpicture of a coyote's voicesandbox of angels, another toy.
The desert is a picture with a color that can't fade out. You can never leave it. You don't have to talk, you don't have to smile.
The ocean of colorsun's worshiper, moon's loverpicture of a coyote's voicesandbox of angels, another toy. No one will ever forget this place and they will never leave it. You don't have to talk, you don't have to smile.
The desert is a picture with a color that can't fade out. You can never leave it and you won't ever forget this place and they will never leave it and you won't ever forget this place and they will never leave it and you won't ever forget this place and they will never leave it and you won't ever forget this place and they will never leave it and you won't ever forget this place and they will never leave it andyou won’t ever forget this place and they will never leave it andyou won’t ever forget this place and they will never leave it
Source: Life Games
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