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During admission season
Clouds fly endlessly
Friends grow up
Gently blowing hair
He turned around and looked at the small scales
I just want to gently stretch my heels along
The dream world is full of castles
The story of the wind coming up into the house stopped starting
The water surface is green
The wind sits against the door softly playing the flute
Trailer: Infected (BC Schondeln project)