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i got kazuya diffed

real csgo player

Krrishna, a name steeped in history,
A man of India, a man of mystery,
His eyes alight with a spark of old,
A story to tell, a tale to be told.

In his hands, the sitar strings,
Melodies sweet, a song that sings,
Of love and loss, of joy and pain,
A reflection of life, again and again.

He walks with a grace, a certain ease,
As if he carries the weight of ancient trees,
His footsteps soft, but his spirit strong,
A man of conviction, a man of song.

And when he speaks, his words they flow,
A river of wisdom, a truth to know,
With a voice that echoes through the land,
A message of hope, for all to understand.

For Krrishna knows that life is but a dance,
A delicate balance, a game of chance,
And though the road may twist and turn,
With each step we take, we can learn and learn.

So let us listen to Krrishna's call,
To the beat of his drum, to the sitar's thrall,
For in his music, we find our own,
A place of peace, a place called home.

You did well

Super idol的笑容 都没你的甜
八月正午的阳光 都没你耀眼
热爱105°C的你
滴滴清纯的蒸馏水
你不知道你有多可爱
跌倒后会傻笑著再站起来
你从来都不轻言失败
对梦想的执著一直不曾更改
很安心 当你对我说
不怕有我在 放著让我来
勇敢追自己的梦想
那坚定的模样
Super idol的笑容 都没你的甜
八月正午的阳光 都没你耀眼
热爱105°C的你
滴滴清纯的蒸馏水
在这独一无二 属于我的时代
不怕失败来一场 痛快的热爱
热爱105°C的你
滴滴清纯的蒸馏水
在这独一无二 属于我的时代
莫忘了初心常在 痛快去热爱
热爱105°C的你
滴滴清纯的蒸馏水
喝一口又活力全开