Promis-short.ver-
쎌FRin
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•Ò‹ÈFAsura
The spring wind is blowing at this place do you
remember?
The day that I started walking with you I
remember...
I retrace before you go forth. I
don not forget the feeling that reach for you.
The place is our precious at
long last foever -memory-
Under the precious tree.
The spring wind is
blowing at this place do you remember?
The day that I started walking with
you I remember......
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