I turned now at home, has a wonderful night, I cannot describe it, smell the jasmine, smell the magnolias, smell the lindens.The night is beautiful ... even under a different sky. The main thing is to be able to dream, to hope, to live .... But above all to be able to smile and to believe, with all your soul, that the best come ... Come?When was the last time, who travelled with your thought, near me?When you felt really, that I am missing?
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