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so she sat still, unable to hold hands dripping tis bright rose, she stared at it,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], as if in the eyes instilled a drop of blood.
rose, is a name given to her by friends day, since the days that her temperament is like a rose, ice, aloof. So he bought a specially given to her. She pushed million thousand words, but finally accept it, because for a girl without a father, it seems very modest gift is precious. She then rose, took off. Not on the day to say goodbye.
day is a good boy with deep eyes and white face. Days like a diary, online. Like this, day met her, he felt her presence was a gift from heaven for him. Days to call her as a shadow.
her in the street with a rose, Mercedes-Benz, wind in her hair, her black curtain behind the formation of a waterfall.
days looking at the shadow disappeared in his field of vision, some loss and grief, he wanted to go back shadow, shadow can not, he has been standing there.
He waited a long shadow, can affect the end or not appear.
beautiful just like Nothingness, flowing from the fingers, not taste it holds the dark, just feel the roses.

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gray sky, its former share of less noise, more than a few drops of dark.
no cheers, film like that.
gray sky, its former share of less noise, more than a few drops of dark. Days of thinking about film, and when she left back.
night. So she sat still
, holding a rose that will defeat the roses, look at that drift out of the aromatic, the same as the ribbon.
rose, called the day a boy sent.
shadow hate roses.
Shadow's father died because of a rose. It was a quiet evening, the shadow of his father carrying a film, buy a rose as a birthday present shadow, they happily go. Father chose a film specifically for the most vivid,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], shadow met, so happy. In the way back, the accident happened. A truck frantically rushed her and her father, at that moment, the father struggling to throw to her, she saved, can be the father but never left her. His father is gone, still strong hand holding tis bright roses. She watched his father, watching his father who was bright red blood, and his father more than the hands that rose, red, stinging her eyes, she looked at the rose,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], it seemed to melt into his father's blood.
Shadow looked at the hands of rose, think of the late father. Days is a caring boy, the day had sent the girl called shadow rose, while the film is holding a rose, walked out. Day for such a long shadow still can not come back. Days are lonely.
beautiful just like Nothingness, fleeting, taste of what it has failed to dim, just because it colorless gas
interest.
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gray sky, a few faint little to say, several more subtle thoughts.
shadow remembered the two roses.
gray sky, a few faint little to say, several more subtle thoughts.
days Uncompromising thought shadow.
night.
so she sat still, his hand Jiban rose petals. She watched the remains of its flavor, pour quiet, quiet.
the rose is called the day a boy had given her. She knew that day was well-intentioned, but the day has hurt her. She accepted the rose that representatives of the rose of love, but still could not control the minds of that part of indelible memories. She disappeared with that rose in the days of the end of the line of sight.
her rush off, tears blurring her eyes, she did not wipe them, let them drop in the land of nothingness. She looked familiar tis
hands rose, bleak and full of love. She thought of her father, that the person lying in rose petals, and he gave her the rose, clear and fuzzy, dim and vicissitudes.
may not love, no it all.
no day, no father, no roses, there are only pieces of the aromatic residues of the petals, and it bit by bit for you.
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she thought day, thought day gave her rose, and rose petals like his father's blood.
quiet midnight.
film reminds days. That white boy.
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Since then, the day never seen video. Perhaps the film to have vanished forever in the distance, like the wind, like that of aromatic residues.
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until one day, the day opened a yellowed diary,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], mingled with a few lines of vague writing:
rose petals in the wind, light hovering, it does not know where to go,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], but no choice. It is eager to return to green, because there is its home. No home, it will lose the color, leaving only the subtle fragrance of that bit. It is Gone with the Wind, ah, ah Gone with the Wind,
last fall on the earth, it was very comfortable. However, it knows that there is not its destination. In that sunny place, it can open.
day thought of the rose petals like a girl. He called her shadow.
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dream of familiar faces, keeping watch of you are my gentle, even tears to my pain, I will never leave you ... ...
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