Wind is the breath and feel the touch of dew. So sweet and innocent look Ping stone tears did not only stops the same day flowers Back into one piece of the earth one day when, Is laughing at it because the flowers in the grave beside. I'm not getting anyone's attention in the pool, Not be called names like once Shame that a bunch of flowers, Whispers went just want to share. Of flowers, like the woman in the face of the country is receiving. Adorned with simple and graceful, but do not...
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