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Once upon a time

once upon a time, when he was still a lad in a cloudy sky and sunny wind Arise a day which was never forgotten grapes wines and special delicacy made love on this day with the voice of love once kissing his lips, happiness sits on those present. His favorite day, yet no longer, as the importance left the cupboard of his family he craves for this moment, yet his mouth is sealed, being already a culture of his home, age has assassinated this moment, with no trace. This day is now a photograph, singing in his head only. Still, he behaves like it doesn’t. because at this age, the day is no longer important, no one, not even mom.

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