| http://www.w3.org/ns/prov#value | - .::Marry::.The sky is a dark, ocean blue, with clouds tinting it white.I remember what you said to me that night.my lips parted and I started to move towards me,Ever so slowly.I whispered, When were older would you marry me?You smiled for a while and said, You better promise me that you will never stop loving me.And we grew older.And nights together became colder.Those day back when you and I th
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