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Panda Hero Allied Forces Version Lyrics (Romaji)
Mazu wa hanasou ka Kangae zu reisei ni
Tokku ni mukushita Kangaesu gi no messeji
Dare ni todoku ka nante Shiranai deii (P.H SAY)
Kore kara sengen kaikai no PUREIBOURU
Haaizai ni paipi sabita sharing
meimei ni kurutta kaiga no ichi
kiiroi daatsu ban ni chuusha no hari to
hoomu beesu ni houshi no te
Okomari naraba aitsu wo yobe
souden tou ga kakomu guraundo
shiro kuro amai na seigi no hiiro
hidari te ni wa kinzoku batto
Aku naki jiko tomogen
Madamada ousa nai kaitō
Sana kara SHINDOROUMU
Barabara kousa dankura SHOW
Kansoko modokou 524
Kanjou koyou taikutsu to ai taishi
Zenbu, zenbu waracchaou ze HERO
noizu dake haite inu razio
fura fura ni neon banii gaaru
souba wa opium tane hito tsubu
Oku no hou ni nomarete iku
"hitotsu tanomu ze, onegai da"
kara kara no ringo sashi dashite
nan demo nai you na koe guzute
saa doko ni mo ikenai na
Kemuru jouki kensou no me
Koko de toujou pinchi hitta
Forbbiden Love story Pirate!spainxreader CH.8
_____ was still bright red. She didn't like what arthur did to her. He, indeed was a pervert just like francis.
"Why the hell did you do that?!" ______ asked as she reaches for her clothes.
"Well I decided to do that for payback on what you did last night!"
After (Name) was dressed, she sat on the edge of the bed thinking about how she could get away from arthur. Arthur got dressed too. All he needed to do was to change his shirt. He took his shirt off while _____ looked away.
"You're missing it!" Arthur smirked.
"Missing what?" ______ asked, annoyed.
"This." Arthur said as he showed ____ with his shirt off.
"I have a boyfriend you know. And guess what?"
"He has way better abs than you."
(Name) walked out of the room and leaned against the railing, watching the other pirates hard at work.
"Hello!" A little kid called as he approach (Name). He has bushy eyebrows, just like arthur. And he looked so cut
Volpi.You will find that the story you tell
is very rarely your own. In Lucca,
even the smallest pebbles
breathe in the warm sunlight.
Knotted stones and cobbled roads
beat out a paper-dry heartbeat heat
my city breathes in and out,
inhales sparrow air.
It's writing a story.
You are the pen.
You will find that in Lucca
the daisy chains forge fire
in side streets and back alleys.
Teenagers intertwine. Tell me,
odd flower, are you still closed?
Here we are colored wax;
the heat of the city melts us.
We run into each other, rhapsody
of pigments. Operas are our specialties.
Open up; feel the reds.
If not, try and see them. There is a place
of deep knife marks, a street
long as midnight
you may learn something there.
Valentina's voice glimmers like red wine.
You may enjoy intoxications. Still,
know alcohol has no story
and will swallow your own.
Find the sign with the wolf on it.
You'll know the place. Epiphanies ring true as church-bells.
Lucca still guides the wanderers
to well sp
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