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- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - 2009-01-19 | | A man brought me flowers. I waited for him every day. I heard his footsteps and he brought me white and red flowers. Once, I died dreaming that I was sleeping and the loving man brought me white and red flowers. And today I continue to die dreaming of the man that brought me white and red flowers.
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