The infinite death.

The restless spirits, spirits separated by the sea.

The price of the Earth is pride.

Find the gift of love, the last one is vanishing.

The soul is green.

The Earth was once true and sweet.

Live the legendary art of life.

Change the world.

Let it be.


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