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Do you want me to give you love? And the sun will splash happiness through your eyelashes. And the tenderness of the boundaries is destroyed, And in the palm of the hand are butterflies from dreams.... And let every day last longer than a century! And if

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There was a deep passion lurking in her, which - as she gradually began to realize - would never find complete satisfaction. No man is able to understand her, not any of those, in any case, who may be in her way, and yet she knows

Groping, with my eyes closed, correcting my unknown path... (Gabriel Garcia Marquez)

She was like a poem... There was nothing superfluous in her... She seemed to consist only of what is necessary for life, and nothing more... If he could just watch how she lives — how she reads, sleeps, breathes — he would be the happiest at this moment

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