Renoir - moulin_de_la_galette
carry your heart with me I carry it in my
I do not ever divide.
Where I go, you come too, my beloved;
whatever is done by only me is your doing
, my dear. I fear no fate
because you are my fate, my sweet.
I do not want the world, because my,
the most beautiful, the true you.
you're the moon that always was and what a sun
always sing is you
This is our secret
deep root of all roots of all the shoots sprout
of heaven and sky of a tree called life,
which grows higher than soul
hopefully
mind and hide.,
This is the wonder that separates the stars. The
carry your heart with me, I carry it in my
.
Edward Estlin Cummings
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