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There is nothing perfect in the world. Roses always have thorns, and I believe that the lovely angels of heaven, they will never be without flaws. The brightest stars in the sky will fall if they hurt the wind

There is nothing perfect in the world. Roses always have thorns, and I believe that the lovely angels of heaven, they will never be without flaws. The brightest stars in the sky, if they hurt the wind, will also fall into mortal dust. The best ciders often smell of wooden barrels, and there are also black spots in the sun that can be seen.

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There is nothing perfect in the world. Roses always have thorns, and I believe that the lovely angels of heaven, they will never be without flaws. The brightest stars in the sky will fall if they hurt the wind
There is nothing perfect in the world. Roses always have thorns, and I believe that the lovely angels of heaven, they will never be without flaws. The brightest stars in the sky will fall if they hurt the wind

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