Moon would give his soul for one last fiery red sunset, his eyes did not even see a cloud.
Each time he was to imagine, with a heavy heart and head are vague childhood memories. He had a great gift: he knew his thoughts and dreams rose scent. All those thoughts today would help to address quell'inganno. It would take a lover, someone to love, to continue to fly, to have a hope to return to those thoughts that smelled of roses.
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