Live like the season is ending and the birds are leaving, fight against the winds of the fall like the last leave. — M.F. Moonzajer, LOVE, HATRED AND MADNESS
Live like the season is ending and the birds are leaving, fight against the winds of the fall like the last leave. — M.F. Moonzajer, LOVE, HATRED AND MADNESS
Live like the season is ending and the birds are leaving, fight against the winds of the fall like the last leave. — M.F. Moonzajer, LOVE, HATRED AND MADNESS
Live like the season is ending and the birds are leaving, fight against the winds of the fall like the last leave. — M.F. Moonzajer, LOVE, HATRED AND MADNESS
Live like the season is ending and the birds are leaving, fight against the winds of the fall like the last leave. — M.F. Moonzajer, LOVE, HATRED AND MADNESS
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Live like the season is ending and the birds are leaving, fight against the winds of the fall like the last leave.

— M.F. Moonzajer, LOVE, HATRED AND MADNESS
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