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I am the whole to let you a hysterical note... If you have a love if you love music Stay...
Some silence, a turbulence, a rest palpitates, a hope, more than a Pakistan saddle rise, a dizzy stabbing pain, hides constantly the heart, the greedy melody, all let your hysteria as always the note… If you have the love, if you love the sound, remains down…