Together with me recall: the sky of Paris, that giant autumn crocus... We went shopping for hearts at the flower girl`s booth: they were blue and they opened up in the water. It began to rain in our room, and our neighbour came in. Monsieur Le Songe, a lean little man. We played cards, I lost the irises of my eyes; you lent me your hair, I lost it, he struck us down. He left by the door, the rain followed him out. We were dead and were able to breathe.SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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