hands that they loved together and given the most beautiful walking paths.
The smell that filled the air and inspired steps without fear no thorn.
tones that painted the world and all the colors out there:
The course of your skin and face more beautiful than any aurora.
You were my high and my sky.
My laughter and my everything.
And through your eyes was much better to see any world. Anyway
an end: evaporated. Before
air and longing, then fear and pain. My laughter and my everything.
And through your eyes was much better to see any world. Anyway
an end: evaporated. Before
And if I never feel that way?
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