Oh, it is the sun of our heart, beloved, the sun can take its place, it has a look, its hearts raise the dead, oh dear, it is the most beautiful blood to feel you, it has a touch that awakens the sleeping heart. 💞💞

,it is the sun that warms the spring of the heart, the beloved disappears in the sunlight when it rises.💞💞💞

,She carries the ointment of the wound of love on her lips, if love touches the fairy, the pains will be past dreams,💞💞💞

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