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  • The little rose bud blooming in a magnificent flower will be soon a memory in our hearts.
    The caterpillar becoming a butterfly will fly, will dance, and then it will be gone from our eyes ,but it will be dancing forever in our souls.
    The first love, fluttering hearts and promises of eternity. Soon it was gone and many more came back and then went again from our hopes..We learnt that forever was just a dream and now is all what we have.
    I will be gone one day, like the butterfly and the rose leaving my love behind. I was not dancing I was the dance. I was not blooming I was the rose all the time.
    There would be tears and mourning, and for a time the world would be sad for the people who knew and the ones who thought they did, but they never could achieved to understand the enigma of my heart. Time will pass and the stars will keep on shinning, the sun never will leave the sky and the moon will be always inspiring all the lovers with its light.
    I will be gone and the world will be the same. People loving and people hating, so much lack of compassion in people's hearts. I will be just a little dot in the universe ,a lost memory of this woman that was so alive today.
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