What a beautiful thing it is to have been loved... where you're flying, and each day is filled with richer colors. A moon to call your own, a heart sold to you. Nothing matters when you've fallen and been caught. Nowhere to go; you're held in clouds. So delicate..pure..safe... you've found heaven and earth. The world becomes ten shades brighter when you're loved. When you and another can become vunerable and shatter walls; when there is nothing holding you back, life is bliss. Oh nothing compares to endless joy. The best of me and the best of you. What a beautiful thing is is to have been loved... But how tragic it is to have been lost.
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