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Van Can Cook


If you want to lose weight, lose weight Come with me and be my wife. Skydiving, hand gliding, and cliff diving Kayaking or even adventurous sailing You name it and you will see Flickering fire shines our dates With rice balls, fresh grilled fishes, and a guitar. And when we get home, our sweet home Honey, I’d look to cook But you need to show me how.
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