How should I, my darling, you looked so beautiful and my eyes, love will not die, I suppose. He asked if I had your coffee sweet. I thought it would be a shame when you have in front of me. I'm too shy, I can't say I live the loneliness, they say you love that words aren't enough. His head nestled against my chest there is a single enemy: the time that subsistence goes. Though all the seas ink and all trees pen in the world, though I can't write your poem, though.
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