There are three thousand feet
To the peak of the rocky cliff --
I climb up bearing the pine box
Of my old man to be buried on top.
Pathway isn't always easy and smooth,
There are the days of rains and fails.
To carry the burden of a filial piety
Is the best in the clear windy days
When your mind is settled right,
Completely winded and suitable
For reaching the final realization
Of the parent-child's assurance.
A wicked Cajun Fairy named Robes Pierre entered the impenetrable Magical doll land of Sha Bebe. Queen Faustina, the ruler of the doll land, thought she had destroyed him, but he's back! Will the doll land survive his evil ways?
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