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A cloud with a big belly

Walking in the countryside

Walk in the city

Can no longer be moved above

There was a painful thunderclap

Torrential rain came to the earth

Alive

Grow up for a while

Running around

It's so big that it's a flood

Wait until it has all things

He is already old

He sat down on the house

Don't smoke

Don't drink alcohol

also let go of love

Knock on the wooden fish in your hand

Knock, knock, knock

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