The year of Casablanca... ...or the number of times I get bored in *that* class...
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True things may survive time... each movie... each image... each historical scene... hold on... artifacts come and go... each take that begins, new emotions get around the body, so strong that chills... one can in black and white, grays or even million colors... and each one's shine is still visible... fog may be around... but it will not last till the end of the days... loneliness has acquired a whole new meaning... because in fact... even a glance at strangers place... can do the trick...
In the end... actual situations may fit at the final cut... through your eyes... through her eyes... through someone's eyes... we can't avoid that... just can't or want... don't know in the end... that's fine...
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True things may survive time... each movie... each image... each historical scene... hold on... artifacts come and go... each take that begins, new emotions get around the body, so strong that chills... one can in black and white, grays or even million colors... and each one's shine is still visible... fog may be around... but it will not last till the end of the days... loneliness has acquired a whole new meaning... because in fact... even a glance at strangers place... can do the trick...
In the end... actual situations may fit at the final cut... through your eyes... through her eyes... through someone's eyes... we can't avoid that... just can't or want... don't know in the end... that's fine...
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