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circled the warm autumn air of the house, the falling leaves caught my attention when they stopped at the white curtains in the corner of the house.
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circled the warm autumn air of the house, the falling leaves caught my attention when they stopped at the white curtains in the corner of the house.
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bunch of flowers looks wilted and brittle, give it a chance by tying a ribbon at the end of its old stem.
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considering that soon the time you have been waiting for will arrive, hurry up to get a more beautiful knitted dress.
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βliving in the name of love, for whatever my heart
βdeeply loves. until all the stories are finished in one
βnight, and in the cold light these feet are running. the
βlonger the time, the dust penetrates the light to know
βyour name.
. . . this is not a place, i tried to hide your name . . .
i breathe for you, I am still alive though
sometimes the birds talk about who you love.
βflowers always bloom, leaves fall. your stories flow
and the ground breaks. light is everywhere, dust can
penetrate it to know your name. and everything ends,
when your name is shouted to the empty silence. β
βliving in the name of love, for whatever my heart
βdeeply loves. until all the stories are finished in one
βnight, and in the cold light these feet are running. the
βlonger the time, the dust penetrates the light to know
βyour name.
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. . . this is not a place, i tried to hide your name . . .
i breathe for you, I am still alive though
sometimes the birds talk about who you love.
βflowers always bloom, leaves fall. your stories flow
and the ground breaks. light is everywhere, dust can
penetrate it to know your name. and everything ends,
when your name is shouted to the empty silence. β
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