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gae732
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Hello


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Anamasery2013
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صباح الفل واليسمين محملين بالخيرات عليكى زينا
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2morrow will be the most beautiful  

Sweet dreamzz

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have lovely friday
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Friendship means
understanding, not
agreement.

It means forgiveness, not forgetting.

It means the memories last, even if contact is lost.


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eleni24
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Once upon a time, in a faraway land, a young prince lived in a shining castle. Although he had everything his heart desired, the prince was spoiled, selfish, and unkind. But then, one winter's night, an old beggar woman came to the castle and offered him a single rose in return for shelter from the bitter cold. Repulsed by her haggard appearance, the prince sneered at the gift and turned the old woman away. But she warned him not to be deceived by appearances, for beauty is found within. And when he dismissed her again, the old woman's ugliness melted away to reveal a beautiful enchantress. The prince tried to apologize, but it was too late, for she had seen that there was no love in his heart. And as punishment, she transformed him into a hideous beast and placed a powerful spell on the castle and all who lived there. Ashamed of his monstrous form, the beast concealed himself inside his castle, with a magic mirror as his only window to the outside world. The rose she had offered was truly an enchanted rose, which would bloom until his 21st year. If he could learn to love another, and earn her love in return by the time the last petal fell, then the spell would be broken. If not, he would be doomed to remain a beast for all time. As the years passed, he fell into despair and lost all hope. For who could ever learn to love a beast?
daisy089
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Anamasery2013
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عشقت البدروالاادري ان البدرياتي ويمضى
ويتركنى اسيرحبه بجماله اقري وابلي
ماأشدبلاقلبي يضنينى والاادري
شعرهاالاصفرالذهبى تاجهاوملمس يداهانظيرالحرير
eleni24
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It is not for Geisha to want. It is not for Geisha to feel. Geisha is an artist of the floating world. She dances. She sings. She entertains you, whatever you want. The rest is shadows. The rest is secret.

Memoirs of a Geisha

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