It's not too late, we can go together.
The womb of time has left us without any danger.
See! it's like a particle, squeezed in the dead cell.
Now I become the electron, trying to find out the ladder between the Heaven and Hell.
The ladder we find together.
But the call of the wintry bed comes to one's ear.
Another begins to live in the Manhattan.
But who knows about the imminent danger.
A cozy shelter invites the precious to the Manhattan.
It grows dark, owl screeches, a gusty wind blows over the west edge of Manhattan.
The womb of time has left us without any danger.
See! it's like a particle, squeezed in the dead cell.
Now I become the electron, trying to find out the ladder between the Heaven and Hell.
The ladder we find together.
But the call of the wintry bed comes to one's ear.
Another begins to live in the Manhattan.
But who knows about the imminent danger.
A cozy shelter invites the precious to the Manhattan.
It grows dark, owl screeches, a gusty wind blows over the west edge of Manhattan.
It was a wuthering day indeed.
No sound was detected except the music of nature.
Boom ! Boom! ..... a sudden sound appeared.
No...it was of course the sound of a Mannlicher.
No sound was detected except the music of nature.
Boom ! Boom! ..... a sudden sound appeared.
No...it was of course the sound of a Mannlicher.
Alas! the moon-shaped corporeal-frame now becomes cold.
That horrific sound didn't tell the truth.
But it was a Mannlicher in the Manhattan for sure.
That horrific sound didn't tell the truth.
But it was a Mannlicher in the Manhattan for sure.
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