A tender heart detests the black of nullity,And lovingly preserves each trace of long ago!
The sun is drowning in the evening’s blood-red glow …
Your memory shines through me like an ostensory!
Charles Baudelaire, Evening Harmony
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A tender heart detests the black of nullity,And lovingly preserves each trace of long ago!
The sun is drowning in the evening’s blood-red glow …
Your memory shines through me like an ostensory!
Charles Baudelaire, Evening Harmony
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