■Love is like a butterfly. It goes where it pleases and it pleases where it goes. ■promises are often like the butterfly, which disappear after beautiful hover. ■She who has never loved, has never lived. ■some unseen fingers, like an idle breeze, are playing upon my heartthe music of the ripples. ■No amount of damage I don’t care, wiped away tears tell yourself prohibit to cry. |
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