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Bir çeviri sorunu bildirin
The story of the butterfly:
"I was in Bogota and waiting for a lady friend. I was in love,
a long time ago. I waited three days. I was hungry but could not go
out for food, lest she come and I not be there to greet her. Then, on
the third day, I heard a knock."
"I hurried along the old passage and there, in the sunlight,
there was nothing."
"Just," Vance Joy said, "a butterfly, flying away."
-- Peter Carey, BLISS
♥ 🌏 ♥ 📀 ♥ 🥗 ♥ 🚗 ♥ 🌂 ♥ 🥞 ♥ 🚙 ♥ 🍧 ♥ 🐊 ♥ 🏓 ♥ 👑 ♥ 🍆
How much does she love you? Less than you'll ever know.
♥ ⚡ ♥ 🕺 ♥ 💚 ♥ 🌋 ♥ 🎁 ♥ 👹 ♥ 👔 ♥ 👽 ♥ 👹 ♥ 🎍 ♥ 👃 ♥ 🎽
мразь ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ которая не умеет играть