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if the sun turned to black and the moon dissolved to ash the mountains to pebbles the ocean to sand if the stars fell like rain and the clouds flew away like birds the trees to kindling the flowers withered with a small sad cry my love my love would remain.
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Feb 14, 2011
Feb 14, 2011 at 12:59 PM UTC
Valentine 9
if the sun turned to black and the moon dissolved to ash the mountains to pebbles the ocean to sand if the stars fell like rain and the clouds flew away like birds the trees to kindling the flowers withered with a small sad cry my love my love would remain.
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Feb 14, 2011
Feb 14, 2011 at 12:59 PM UTC
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