Upon Beauty Rests. For The Days We Fear The Air We Breathe. The Perfect Things In Poetry. پس از زیبایی استوار. برای روز ما ترس هوایی که ما تنفس میکنیم. کامل چیزهایی که در شعر.
...shine so beautifully. It's a mirror image of the stars in the sky. Each are corresponding to one on the other side. We aren't the perfect things in poetry
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