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Twenty-first century is steep and complicated, It was scorching hot.. But the Apocalypse is postponed What, brothers, wait another? Go to search the world The place while we're gone, Roll legs planet Which many, many years. Fly over the ocean There, where palm trees and warmth. Come in the twilight of foggy In the pirate city of Saint Malo. Yes little al places in this world, Where we wanted to visit! The world is too sir without travelling. Let's start the road to open.

Just like a cold noreasterAt first she'll sting,And then a single salty tearThe heart will wring. The evil heart will pitySomething and then regret.But this light-headed sadnessIt will not forget. I only sow. To harvest.Others will come. And yes!The lovely group of harvestersMay true God bless. And that more perfectly I couldGive to you gratitude,Allow me to give the worldLove incorruptible.