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By TaintedOne Date: 2002 Mar 01 Comment on this Work [[2002.03.01.16.08.21058]] |
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sometimes I wake up thinking about Paris my alarm softens to sunlit terraces and that green lawn where for hours it seemed I lied in front of the tower and thought of nothing committments, meetings - they all become lost in rainy gray skies that poured romantic where streets shone with the padding of busy feet and walked nowhere sometimes, I wake up remembering Paris the sweetest of memories that I can call mine where the river ran parallel to painters' emotion and made me feel everything... |