Two is a number in love

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Two, 2, is a number in love and it starts to rain and he can't sleep and he can't dream he rarely dreams anymore and his waking hours are like a living dream Coca-Cola, Pepsi had a dream and they were lost in Argentina and there were no dreams, some people suffer well, they are antagonists in love and the rain totally stopped. they were in the Himalayas and the living dream in number 2 is love, Love for Two. Poetry without verse, a rhythm without a space, No space between our two lover antagonists.

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