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I hold dear to me. Moments we've shared, full of deep passion and ecstasy. They are a boundless treasure. Shall I envy the man who has less? For, although his wealth, uncomparable to mine; displayed, uncovered, mearsured by a dollar sign... bears the freedom to endulge as he pleases. I will leave my storehouse and not worry. I can rest knowing that you are there, the source of my endless fortune. Let us buy a field, so as to extend our love upon. Like a blanket of snow spread over a prairie. There we can sow seeds in the spring. Memories that will never fade, so long as we're free! |
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