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In the evening, the river is a theater the water carries the music to our ears, the romance of a saxophone, sunset twinkling in the wine and the church rosy, completely gentle grace Tourists pretend click clack that not they, but we, are the extras and the city were a cardboard set: theme park Paris l'amour young people on the quays around a pillar candle and kissing couples as it should be in the sunthrowers of the tourist vessels gleam the spots in the corners that you can smell
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Dec 7, 2018
Dec 7, 2018 at 3:38 AM UTC
Paris l'amour
In the evening, the river is a theater the water carries the music to our ears, the romance of a saxophone, sunset twinkling in the wine and the church rosy, completely gentle grace Tourists pretend click clack that not they, but we, are the extras and the city were a cardboard set: theme park Paris l'amour young people on the quays around a pillar candle and kissing couples as it should be in the sunthrowers of the tourist vessels gleam the spots in the corners that you can smell
Collection "Take a picture, now"
Zywa
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Amsterdam
Dec 7, 2018
Dec 7, 2018 at 3:38 AM UTC
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