In sooth I beseechingly inquire of you,
"a quoi bon contempler la terre et sa beauté?"
Viens avec moi.
L'amour est un plus doux mystère qu'un jour d'été.
Sustain me, mon chéri, you do, with these fleeting moments.
I breathe in and breathe out, arms stretched wide across the open skies; likened with angels above.
So it begins.
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