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A white cloth falls on your heart; How beautiful you are - The winter loves us, because only lovers have a pure heart
Kristian Goldmund Aumann
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Disappointment is the end of an illusion
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In the sky, far above - Where my words - Written in the Clouds; I've borrowed from the sun, A gentle smile
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And so we are like flowers; and bloom only, when the sun, kisses us
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Your soul smiles; when your heart beats in harmony
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