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I loved a sunflower. It is infatuated with me, always with a round face, silently gazing at me. I also love it, love, but I didn't look at it, I am afraid I like fire artwork online being passion burns it. Sunflower will cry in the night, and then it hearts burst open, and then it, then it to me every time. Later, the sunflowers withered, bearing a lot of fruit, people say that is sunflower seeds. But, I know those heavy artwork being worried about is, condensed its seed, sunflower tears to embellish to hide a lot of hope, and then sprout, blossom, as a result, the story and pass it on.
Haven't met you before, I was only a single seed. After losing you, I become a lot of seeds. If I did not meet you, I'm prints and artwork not enough warm heart, so I would not move, spell with pain, also want to split the heart, want to see you more clearly. Then it blossoms, I to you every day, every day I read you, until the fall. Without you, I'm still a seed, but I may not have a chic life. If have no you, maybe I won't hurt the heart, I just sleep, a dream to have a lot of color. My artwork on canvas prints may be colorful life, but when I see you one eye, my whole heart is all your color, bright golden yellow. Fat leaves open, to life to make a hug. His love like a sunflower, bright color, a firm goal, is more a goal, so single-minded, until the old.