| 1 | I bumped against a desk and felt great pain in my leg. | |
| 2 | The blowing sand stung his cheeks. | |
| 3 | My fingers ache, my lips are dry; | |
| 4 | Flashed by the train, the wind and the shadows are planning to be raw so. | |
| 5 | The arm is gripped by the man's finger of living bitter, she is strong to persevere pain to emulate her to step out of the car. |
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