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It's a beautiful summer day, Sunlight rests upon my face, Its warmth recalls your hand in mine, And I drift into the past, Until my eyes begin to shine with tears.
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Nov 9, 2025
Nov 9, 2025 at 12:55 PM UTC
I fall in my past..
It's a beautiful summer day, Sunlight rests upon my face, Its warmth recalls your hand in mine, And I drift into the past, Until my eyes begin to shine with tears.
#love#pastlife
Amit567
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Amit567
21/M/India
Nov 9, 2025
Nov 9, 2025 at 12:55 PM UTC
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