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Article Communautés Concours Essai Multimédia Personnelles Poèmes Presse Prose _QUOTE Scénario Spécial | ||||||
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Today I heard a nightingale singing a beautiful song
A song filled with a golden tune A melody of love And that song’s name was ...you. Today I saw a sunrise full of brilliant hues Reds and pinks and blues A color vision of love And that vision’s name was ...you. Today I smelled a magnificent white rose A soothing odor filling my nostrils The smell of love And that smell’s name was ...you. Today I tasted a cake dripping with honey So creamy, so sweet The taste of love And and that taste’s was ...you Today I felt the warmth of the sun against my face A comforting glow of light The feeling of love And that feeling’s name was ...you. I love u my darling ...
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