My love is like the wind just blew past makes me feel good, then it's gone and the wind blowing past it sometimes may come once in a while, or maybe he was not coming, it makes me take a look and think about that when the jar. entity to another, sometimes the wind blows, it makes me happy, and sometimes it makes us unhappy, but sometimes if the wind that made me think of the memories that I want the wind is blowing. I go through slowly to a great memory.
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