One October Night

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One October night, returning from a walk through narrow streets, she stood before her window and said,

"That is not what I meant, at all"

One October Night

After so much time, the memory is submerged so deeply that I no longer fear rebuke. I could answer you, but I cannot offer a new love song.

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