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When the autumn leaves fall.
Falling,falling,falling....
Leaves wind in the wind.
I will leave.
We are no longer as intimate as a love.
Just wait quietly the person time to leave.
Love is a cholera.
Love,life,lovesicknees,suffering,death....
All the feelings are like cholera.
All of commitment become pale.
You said I am Florentino.
I am not Femina.
I can’t wait for the day of meeting you again
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My heart is like autumn leaves.
Falling, falling ,falling....
Leaves are leaving the tree.
It won’t be live again.
Love is a cholera.