Shenaya, Paris in the rain.

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inside is my memory

𝗣𝗔𝗥𝗜𝗦 𝗥𝗔𝗜𝗡 𝗟𝗢𝗩𝗘: It is the amount of delights that flood each time conjure up you. Make another slant each time my heart beats aching.

As the pair of the huge sky changed from sun to night goddess, not a second passed without me insomuch as you. Thusly, let me let you know that to suffocate in your choir is the desire for every one of my hopes. Shapely timbre and utterance majestically unite as though cheering to celebrate what is called experiencing passionate feelings of in love. They truly portray what love is deserving of being a hearth, in addition to a common stopover, the strains of the maestro's voice singing this melody can be heard comparing the eminent works of well-known daubers. I was entranced by the catch of this tune.

That friends placed upon their bodies. how could they die jn that street in that cafe and in their own city where they laughed with friends and loved each other more over a coffee and over a quarrel. Yet they went home holding hands, remembering Paris was their city a city of love and life and endless joie de vivre.