Only your heart burning and nothing more. My paradise in the field without nightingale or lire, with a river and discreet a fountain. Without the spur of the wind above the foliage or the star who wants to be a leaf. A great light that was of another firefly in a range of looks vicious. A clear and there rest of our kisses, or the sound echo is open very far. Your heart is burning no more.
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