The optimistic optimistic love,
I come to have a pain in a throat.
I am plentiful fresh cream
Like crepe.
The human being demands stimulation by instinct.
Therefore I am not wrong.
It is pepper.
It is not sugar.
It is not salt.
I am not greedy.
The natural course.
But it is not permitted.
This world is strange.
I have curled up to form in a circle in a circle
This earth
Even if it is very wide
It is tight.
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