That restless soul who won't stop being in wanderlust. Weaver of stories, drinker of wine.
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Late under the starry night (Let's talk) by UnrestrainedEscapade
Late under the starry night (Let's...
because love is a poem that winds itself around you on a cold winter's day, smells like roses stained in bloo...