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Without love, The sky is blurry. Dark like there is a purple perfume bottle in between. Without almost touching the hair, life is fragile like fireworks in a dream Middle note My cheeks became blue after death Being ash seared by fire in hell, and became a drop of blood. After that, I never forget the growing love Lasting note This soul is a slave and this body is a puppet. I want to see love. I want to die in love in a heart burning fire. I have a sweet pain. |
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Roger&Gallet | Gres | |||||||||
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caron | Guy Laroche | Hermes | ||||||||
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Molinard | Château de Versailles Grasse | Fragonard | ||||||||