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Silence is deafening, even when necessary.

I have eyes that start spinning when eyelids are closed.

Went all-in on the bet that I still love her.

Timeless like memory.

I have come here not for rhyme but for reason.

A homage to the hours spent by the turquoise sea.

We drove slowly through the sunset of Serengeti.

What was it for a boy with stars in his eyes?

But I only heard your whisper through Lauretta's aria: "...if I had loved you in vain..."

The prince about to bend history to his whim had a holy man dancing on his eyelashes.