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Two small mirrors are looking at me
Monochrome lines are spectacular as always
Several stones are stacked in a turret
Dark clouds are coming over the city
Two motorcyclists are going straight
The hands are folded in a heart through which the sun can be seen
Parabolic antennas are directed into space
Vintage cars are forever in my heart
You are like a rose in my vase, beautiful and delicate
Eagles are proud birds, they fight to the last
A man and a woman are sitting together
Children are standing on the shore of the pond