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Long gone were the times where we serenade with such love and promise, the time where you prove everything to show it in hopes of them reciprocating your calling Now was when we give gifts, and chocolates, along with a sea of flowery compliments A simple "I love you." would do it, While some prefer that comforting silence, quiet but genuinely loving.
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Oct 2, 2021
Oct 2, 2021 at 4:27 AM UTC
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Long gone were the times where we serenade with such love and promise, the time where you prove everything to show it in hopes of them reciprocating your calling Now was when we give gifts, and chocolates, along with a sea of flowery compliments A simple "I love you." would do it, While some prefer that comforting silence, quiet but genuinely loving.
ʜᴀʀᴀɴᴀ/𝕊𝕖𝕣𝕖𝕟𝕒𝕕𝕖. —A piece of music sung or played in the open-air, typically by a man at night under the window of his lover. "sad that I can't see more of this tradition," -Br.
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Oct 2, 2021
Oct 2, 2021 at 4:27 AM UTC
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