Lily grows like a new galaxy
Open the doors of silent beauty
Branches of pine trees in the breeze
You are soft like a heart of clouds
Love is the existential denominator
Transference of the Oedipal apple
She beckons my mind
I am the erect intellectual
Dusk brings a new hope
Pablo was very political
My world is becoming quiet
German women can be glamorous
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