"When my petals wither away along with the winds that blew us apart, may the memories be the only evidence that you & I formed a whole new universe with an illusion of what we once called love. "
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Belgium Nights
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Petals
"When my petals wither away along with the winds that blew us apart, may the memories be the only evidence that you & I formed a whole new universe with an illusion of what we once called love. "