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Ferari is my favorite car to drive through the streets of my native village
Decorate my holiday with the desire of my heart
My thoughts are my steeds
A memory of my childhood with my family
My home is my sweet home
My son and I cook peach jam, where my son separates the peach halves
I'll show you my dumpling baby
I'll braid my braid and all the sailors will follow me, striped style is always in fashion
My dream is the Brooklyn Bridge
My car is sad, because autumn is coming soon
Clouds are flying like my car-you won't catch up
The blood boils in my veins from touching you