The Pianist
Great movie.
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Butterflies of flame drip up into desolate dark and flutter lightly illuminating only their wings to decorate the lack of anything the nothing of dark holds dear. And when they fade or find a place to lay on the garden of black the sky keeps for their play, only then do eyes pry the dismay from their sight and delight on butterflies that alight a star's flame.
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Butterflies of flame drip up into desolate dark and flutter lightly illuminating only their wings to decorate the lack of anything the nothing of dark holds dear. And when they fade or find a place to lay on the garden of black the sky keeps for their play, only then do eyes pry the dismay from their sight and delight on butterflies that alight a star's flame.
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