Story Heart

In the stillness of the night without the noisy sound
In a small room that is not organized
Blowing the night wind began to slither
There is a sense probe via script

I stumbled on the old story
At a time when we were still together
The dots are pitched
In the halls of time called time

I'm stuck in the peacefulness of love
When you offer the warmth of love
I was fascinated with the sparkle of jewels
Which it is presented through the first sight

When you whisper words are arranged
Piercing the walls of hearing and taste
Led me to embrace spoiled
But unfortunately we do not get along

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