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beautiful world

    It is inevitable to fall into the custom, romantic to death, tenderness and absolute surrender
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    A rose is a rose, whether it grows in a greenhouse or blooms in a gust of wind
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    Love rises with the wind but dissipates with the fog
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    Love has no direction, you are the navigation
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    People who walk out of sadness gracefully are artists
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