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When a heart enters into another
the landscape possibilities are endless
The paths of the past become vivid
in all details seasoning or not
they would be decorated with memories
blooming in any sparkling of the feeling
not stones however beautifully carved
One could stage the cloud to dream above
One could grow stars to light up the darkness
shooting beyond imagination
or falling as chaser going back in time
They all could be cultivated past Eden era
Even the fountain might just open a current into Atlantis
the lost but never ending mysteries
our hearts could re-enter
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