Art was everywhere in her life.
But the dancer in her was neglected
Whereas the painter in her was appreciated.
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Everything is falling apart, its too late to restart， none is left to trust， the young buds of the heart has turned into ashes and dust... -
There is nothing more to be said or to be done tonight, so let me hold my pen and try to forget this miserable weather for half an hour.let...
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Wherever you go Whatever you do I will be right here longing for you. Whatever it makes, Or how long this waiting takes I will be right...
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