It's not me who describes it. I am the screen And someone's hidden hand colors me. I put my soul in the nexus of losing it And my beginning blossomed into an End.
Night Between a sudden breeze the night hides, ceasing to show its glamour, hiding within itself a pleasant and gentle beauty. That night during a...
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The wind carries the leaves and the dust... tears fly
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There is no one without flaws: the best is the one who has the least.
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Melancholy: Romantic way of being sad.
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