"Such was the Paris of our youth, when we were very poor and very happy."
Ernest Hemingway ("Paris is a feast")
such was wien of your dreams, when you were very sleepy and the sun was very shiny, when the trees were very green and the mornings very chocolate
such was wien of your dreams, when you were very sleepy and the sun was very shiny, when the trees were very green and the mornings very chocolate
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