I saw happiness mostly in photographs, belongs to that moment. visible and concrete. a beautiful light, lots of beauty inside. this is not just an appearance, not just a window, a fireplace and our future is on fire, dreams are in your hands, your magical hands and your mesmerazing voice is calling me sun in your eyes, sunshine beauty, beauty in whatever you touch. you made me believe in miracles. believing each other will melt our pains.
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