Fair friends, yes, you're frustrated beautiful appearance, ready to sing under the light, to cry a little, stoic in the wet gray, friable and seem sturdy and you are viewing. Beautiful friends, feel, or I like your parent, subject to external attacks, closed and welcoming without either undermined the center. Maintain calm, serene strength of heart that receives, resists, strength returns, and smile, like smiling blond discreetly and that is you flush before my eyes.
Fair attack our friends the years surface, smooth plate is on us and gave us harmony more or less appreciated. But we, here, below, in our essence. However, are no longer protected, life, time, attack us. Calcinons us, if can, we draw from discrete barrier for us back a little, and essentially free, welcome.
Fair friends, love scars that are our history, which are our present, which are ornaments, a bit wild, less messy that may seem, our smile.
And if 're tired, we invent trips sylves deep from any draft vegetation, we lose a little, at least under the gaze that is willing. And live, whole, in this imaginary veil.
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