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Encouragement from the sky onto my passing clouds.
And the time drying it.
Pass the smile of the moon.
And the hope of the sun
Sifting through the dust
And fog in the morning.
Broadcasting undertakings to absorb
the heart
Child delivery care, rural misery.
To be present in the new year .
Hopes were concerned .
To give a little city has grown.
The traces Surgeons of success.
Of people who have successfully
of Angels

And the stars of Surgeons of success.