Paper.
Still steel sky.
Nice evening is tonight..
A paper ship is shipping..
The paper net can fly..
The T.S. zone is now here is hearing.
I'm waiting to escape it now.
I think it's Brown colour painting in.
I'm waiting for the winter..
I'm looking at the sky..
The life and death are getting tonight..
How interesting is doing by my side..
I'm hearing "Never fight!"
It's flying double coloured butterfly..
It's wonderful tonight..
The silveren & golden butterfly.!!
It's flying by my side..
My sight is following this fly..
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