The golden hazle hair was as vivid as pistil of lily, The purity through her skin odor was immutable. Her soul was immortal pine tree in my heart. I could never place my feculent hands on the stem of it.
The golden hazle hair was as vivid as pistil of lily,
The purity through her skin odor was immutable.
Her soul was immortal pine tree in my heart.
I could never place my feculent hands on the stem of it.
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Lily

The golden hazle hair was as vivid as pistil of lily, The purity through her skin odor was immutable. Her soul was immortal pine tree in my heart. I could never place my feculent hands on the stem of it.

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