True love is like little roses, sweet, fragrant in small doses. — Ana Claudia Antunes, Pierrot & Columbine
True love is like little roses, sweet, fragrant in small doses. — Ana Claudia Antunes, Pierrot & Columbine
True love is like little roses, sweet, fragrant in small doses. — Ana Claudia Antunes, Pierrot & Columbine
True love is like little roses, sweet, fragrant in small doses. — Ana Claudia Antunes, Pierrot & Columbine
True love is like little roses, sweet, fragrant in small doses. — Ana Claudia Antunes, Pierrot & Columbine
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True love is like little roses, sweet, fragrant in small doses.

— Ana Claudia Antunes, Pierrot & Columbine
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