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I've finally made the innermost complimentary...
The atmosphere of my heart is colored with love...
I can see none but i could say something
An unsafe beginning sometimes leads to nothing...
The brightest flower; worth to think about
The only girl that I couldn't live without...
When the music play, i remember you right away
all hindrances flay and my heart begun to stray...
My heart is floating up in the sky
For I've something different there up high...
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Solemnity comes from a melancholic heart and nocturnal |
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A poet is a poet, that will never change and a critic is a desperate writer who is not actually incapable of creating a masterpiece but afraid to be criticized. |
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The theory of superhuman is an outlook of the sick people who cannot accept limitations |