youth sun hours is my solitude of withered nows that live your pain ... no ominous ...
Cruel end of a love pure ... honest ... Oh yesterdays of me today without their aurorae! ... more honest I would go for my odd times to have your love that die today.
fountains corpuscles of life without forward today without loving your report given kisses night lights with my remote. Extinct
winged hour darkness Where did the light my morning ... Oh farewell tear on your Look!
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