Maybe the ultimate in love is that beauty and sin are the same So come on now or never The decorations are filled with the breath of death, is it also like the roses where Venice meets the soul, this honor is so beautiful that I can't bear to keep it A picture of him Because as soon as I see him, my heart trembles and I want to shed tears, alienated like a demon, cold like a lily, a classic eternal, more than a thousand years old, a lonely beauty of a day can be a god, a body can only be a human, the rest of him I don't think I have any idea that if a person is obsessed with understanding another person, there is nothing but cruelty
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