Do not know where to listen to, and God's breath is a blue
wind blown garden, kiosk, there are vineyards
pair of rose garlands, white, fragrant, silenced
through your hands, the sun bright
feel happy revel in a dream, a wonderful quiet
March, it is the season of love, gentle
hissing of the breeze, wrapped in your ear
the empty twilight reveals a golden light, scattered petals
stars bow in silence, said the white The heavy-hearted
gentle, madness, and listening to the old call, this way
the color of the glass house, thoughts ethereal floating line with
current best time of my buds always whisper in your arms
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