Rock

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    Zulkijora
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    Here comes the summer's son. He burns my skin. I ache again. I'm over you. I thought I had a dream to hold. Maybe that has gone. Your hands reach out and touch me still. But this feels so wrong. Before you take my heart, reconsider. Before you take my heart, reconsider. I've opened the door. I've opened the door. Here comes the summer's son. He.

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