Love is another story

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The frustrations flow within the breathing wind, the harmony replaces the empty twilight, and the music vibrates on his lips rubbing his ears, quoting a smile of triumph on his rims.
He senses me and I'm born in his dreams, that day, a different love story, a poem of love.
I'm shattered on his shore, I melt within his dreams, and he devours me like a bottomless ocean, it was the spring, it was my spring, please let me go down.
Love is another story.

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