Thoughts are like that awesome air, can feel but can never explain.
Wine comes in at the mouthAnd love comes in at the eye;That's all we shall know for truthBefore we grow old and die.I lift the glass to my mouth,I look at you, and I sigh.
I like these lines and the new layout :)
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I like these lines and the new layout :)
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