His heart is the rhythm, mine is the echo. — A. Zavarelli, Echo
His heart is the rhythm, mine is the echo. — A. Zavarelli, Echo
His heart is the rhythm, mine is the echo. — A. Zavarelli, Echo
His heart is the rhythm, mine is the echo. — A. Zavarelli, Echo
His heart is the rhythm, mine is the echo. — A. Zavarelli, Echo
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His heart is the rhythm, mine is the echo.

— A. Zavarelli, Echo
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