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Last night when stars lit up the sky,
I dreamed my fire was high. The red eyed man walked my way in my land, a wandering man named Sarand. He said, sweet lady share this fire with me. My heart is freezing, but it is free. I am a stranger in this land, a wandering man name Sarand. Last night when stars lit up the sky, I dreamed my fire was high. Please taste these lips, Sir, if thee can, wandering man name Sarand. He said, sweet lady share this fire with me while I warm my black aura using this key. I am a stranger in this land, a wandering man name Sarand. Last night when starts lit up the sky, I dreamed my fire was high. As a falling star fell in my land, I gazed at a wandering man named Sarand. He was a stranger in my land, a wandering man named Sarand.
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