You, beloved, lived a love more violet than a dream, then left.Such a fade away made citadel quite down in fogs. As if it will come with a steamer's fume. Sure it will come one day, utopias are beautiful. Doesn't matter whether it is mine or not. I loved a woman now smells my home rose. As if it will come with a steamer's fume. Sure it will come one day, utopias are beautiful.
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