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Apr 2020
The autumn wind blows and the leaves freely roams. I love the way you love me in autumn which will never be forgotten. Though we are faraway, our love is alive and will show the way. The autumn to winter will not have any spring, yet I am in love with U and so I shall sing.
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SP  44/M/Melbourne
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