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If the flight were so beautiful, why look for dates? Finding love is all poetry... To run away from that is to be hermetic... Me for myself, I walk through the unforgettable places where love has passed... I didn't run away, I was made a fugitive by merciless fate... I live in nostalgia, it's true but still i'm happy for this love that I gave and gained... I'm just following spring paths of sweet paths gone... Effluents advise me of happy days... I long to find the love I lost! I dream of a divine future, saved for those that preserved in memory unforgettable of the chimera of those who loved the greatest love that lived in all times... !

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