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Reality is life born to death, From the first until your last breath Reality is life born to death, From the first until your last breath
As I stood before a shimmering fountain the trickling waters pooled in its basin, gazing in I witn... As I stood before a shimmering fountain the trickling waters pooled in its basi...
Any garde without Sring pblooms stagnates not future growth, growing beautiful petals takes time... Any garde without Sring pblooms stagnates not future growth, growing beautif...
I'm fond of her blue eyes.... an ocean raging storms in each, a love like no other, none as deep, ... I'm fond of her blue eyes.... an ocean raging storms in each, a love like no o...