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At your age — how can such beauty exist? Maybe God hasn't finished his masterpiece yet. Your beauty is as endless as the sky. Your black hair — black clouds. And if those black clouds one day turn into white clouds, you will become even more beautiful, like the clear sky. Your eyes are like the sea: brings old age ashore like a dead sea lion Maybe these subtexts will reach you when I'm underground. You will cry under the blanket, and your eyes, like the sea, will throw back old age and you will become even younger. But maybe then you will know that stars are not only in the sky, stars are not only on the stage. There are also stars underground — for example, ruined poets, destroyed talents.
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Mar 16
Mar 16, 2026 at 2:24 AM UTC
Jennifer's 57 th brithday
At your age — how can such beauty exist? Maybe God hasn't finished his masterpiece yet. Your beauty is as endless as the sky. Your black hair — black clouds. And if those black clouds one day turn into white clouds, you will become even more beautiful, like the clear sky. Your eyes are like the sea: brings old age ashore like a dead sea lion Maybe these subtexts will reach you when I'm underground. You will cry under the blanket, and your eyes, like the sea, will throw back old age and you will become even younger. But maybe then you will know that stars are not only in the sky, stars are not only on the stage. There are also stars underground — for example, ruined poets, destroyed talents.
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Mar 16
Mar 16, 2026 at 2:24 AM UTC
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