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Jul 26, 2007 01:48

The air smells sweeter at night,
once the lovers and unloved and the old loves are put to bed.
When the dreamers are at work, and the cynics slumber softly.
Lights are dimmed, and eyelids closed,
so that nothing can outshine the stars.

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chrissy_goes_gr July 26 2007, 21:24:44 UTC
Marry me?

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ilove2b_random July 27 2007, 02:53:24 UTC
I'm thinking a winter wedding?

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chrissy_goes_gr July 27 2007, 16:20:08 UTC
In Paris?

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