we'll sit beneath the mango tree, now

[darkiflash]

There's no combination of words I can put on the back of a postcard; no song that I can sing but I can try for your heart. Our dreams, they are made out of real things, like a shoebox of photographs, sepia-toned loving. Love is the answer, at least, for most of the questions of my heart. "Why are we here, and where do we go, and how come it's so hard?" It's not always easy as sometimes life can be deceiving. I'll tell you one thing, it's always better when we're together. It's always better when we're together.
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