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First love is a tapestry woven with threads of affection and care.
Even though we are million miles away. We will always be together.
First you care, then you get hurt.
Poetry is what gets lost in translation.
Be like a flower that gives its fragrance to even the hand that crushes it.
The magic of first love is our ignorance that it can never end.
First love is a tapestry woven with threads of affection and care.
Even though we are million miles away. We will always be together.
First you care, then you get hurt.
Poetry is what gets lost in translation.
Be like a flower that gives its fragrance to even the hand that crushes it.
The magic of first love is our ignorance that it can never end.