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Sing to me the words you cannot speak and I will play them like a record.— K. Belle
Voir plusWomanYou are a poemWritten in pinkDerived from gold.— R.H. Sin
Voir plusI find you inSad songsThe sound of rain,Sunsets,Sundays,Smiles,And all theSmall things.— Perry Poetry
Voir plusThe trees outstretchedtheir delicate limbsas if awakingfrom a pleasant slumber.
Voir plusThe lonely beauty of half-forgotten placesattracted him much more than the gaiety of thecities, and he was constantly stirred by wanderlust.— Sourc...
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