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By the Window

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(Everything doesn't seem like it is once you've uncovered what's within.)

This enchanting beauty within the same corner, same time, same table, same lady... Same lady who have captured my heart from the very moment I laid my eyes on her.

Her dark long wavy hair that flow down her shoulders, her lips so full that you would beg to see smile more, her nose so perfect for her soft face, her red cheeks standing out from her pail yet creamy complexion and those eyes, those eyes you can say was once full of happiness now trap in an abysmal wander.

There she was, caught in her melancholia I would want to be part of. To know more, more than what I see. More than what I know. This lady... This enchanting beauty within the same corner, same time, same table, same lady... Same lady who have captured my heart from the very moment I laid my eyes on... The lady by the window.Todos los derechos reservados

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