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Supposed to last
And so goes our love
From one bloodlet heart
But life is learning
How to pretend.
To follow to an end
There must be a start
But some things by nature
We have to let pass
Like one red rose crimpling
Within a glass vase.
And so goes our love
From one bloodlet heart
But life is learning
How to pretend.
To follow to an end
There must be a start
But some things by nature
We have to let pass
Like one red rose crimpling
Within a glass vase.
Photo by Martin
This is excellent Martin - evocative
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