you are like falling leaves, my love i like falling snow, kissing autumn goodbye and heading into a world where it rained the ripped wing of fallen angels, cold snow melting when our hearts collided and the seeds crashed deep into the ground, awaiting for the spring we dreamed of.
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the official beginning of book ii, of THE WHITE ROSE PAINTED WITH BLOOD: