Love is like a rose. It starts like nothing, but when the time passes it will grow and grow untill some day it just can't get any вiggеr. For a time the rose is so perfect, so beauty, so sweet! Nothing in the world can do a thing to it. Then our little rose is starting to get old. Its like being trapt in a ring of pure silence. Your rose starts to change, your rose aint the one it used to be. And before we can see it come, our rose is gone!
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