Love is the flower of life, and blossoms unexpectedly and without law, and must be plucked where it is found, and enjoyed for the brief hour of its duration.
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March 30, 2008
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I cant tell anything
if i cry , can u hear my sighs in these lines?Can you touch to my wet eyes by your hands? I wasn’t know: The songs are how much nice and the words aren’t enough, Before i fall in love. There is a place, i know. Possible to tell every thing . I approach fairly, I feel, but i cant tell any thing.
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