A single rose can be my garden
A single friend, my world

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Freedom
Freedom, one's abstraction from the rest. A free man is definitely a lonely one:

- "I'm thinking about the moon,
she may come over to our room tonight"
-"what for?"
-"she says she fears the dark honey"
با hfp at ۰۴:۳۹

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