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Please don’t laugh at my naivety. love does suffice me. love is the flower around; love is the breeze on the finger tips and the smile on your rosy cheeks. love is the sleigh full of Christmas gifts and your scarlet invites.
Don’t laugh at my swelling passion. Though you all have gone, I still possess the sunshine and the season rain. The rover’s backpack jogging in the desert, the cactus cheers in full bloom. No matter what, love will suffice, love does suffice.
Don’t laugh at my old old faith. Love is our belief. At the end of the day, on the journey of life, as love is there, so is the light; and to a new hope the road stretches out. All those sadness and sorrows of the Mango Street are to pass. just love, anywhere and anyhow. Do love and come to find me. But not alone with the gulp of the lemon juice |
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