The higher we rise, the more isolated we become; all elevations a... by Stanislas de Boufflers

The higher we rise, the more isolated we become; all elevations are cold.

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Pleasure is the flower that passes; remembrance, the lasting perf... by Stanislas de Boufflers

Pleasure is the flower that passes; remembrance, the lasting perfume.

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flower love memories

To reason about love is to lose reason. by Stanislas de Boufflers

To reason about love is to lose reason.

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loses reason love-is