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Lots Of Ways To Reach God, I Chose Love.

You Are A Lover Of Your Own Experience ... Not Of Me ... You Turn To Me To Feel Ur Own Emotion

In Love’s Country, Language Doesn’t Have Its Place. Love Is Mute.

When It's Cold And Raining,you Are More Beautiful.and The Snow Brings Meeven Closer To Your Lipsthe Inner Secret, That Which Was Never Born,you Are That Freshness, And I Am With You Now.i Can't Explain The Goings,or The Comings. You Enter Suddenly,and I Am Nowhere Again.inside The Majesty

Don’t Wait Any Longer. Dive In The Ocean, Leave And Let The Sea Be You.