my sun is shining, how about yours?

the wind has changed and now it's brought all the sweetest smells he'd forgot,
not the faintest stench from the old days as it all finally drifts away.
damn those skeptics, harbingers of doom; negative epidemic, followers of Hume.
he understands all her needs and for that she loves him eternally
syncretism is so natural and their experiencing something so actual.

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