I waited and let the time ran on its own, saying, "It will fall, while we live the present." And then you get intimate with your load, and once again surprised me with your glory as a prelude to the end of the year a beauty that I remember, forget, until you get in the spirit sopisco.
you dear friend to my loneliness, my season, the echo of my essence, and I find myself thinking that this is my life, after waiting for a magnificent warm, full of golden light, in to collect the fruits of summer. It turns off the fear of winter.
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