The Pretty American Street
Every street has a lovely name, but This pretty street dwells in the depths of My heart and my mind for ever and ever. Love is not something normal, but it's Something great and supernatural in its Form and its pretty content. When you love someone or something in truth You give him or you give her all you have. Love was born in The American Street long Time ago with all its greatness and its sublimity. It's extending from the street's starting point Till the end point which lasts for ever.
It's a pretty love that extends endless and Pretty in the pretty heart and the pretty mind. All lovers are in this charming street strolling And looking for their loved ones. This street's pretty address is located in the Heart before it is located in the map. When you enter it you enter the pretty kingdom Of love and beauty and never replenished with its Greatness and wonderful sublimity. In this street love is walking and strolling happy And glad with itself and with all lovers over there. There is no doubt that all lovers find their pretty Paths towards this pretty street with beauty. The candle of love and smiles of love are seen On everyone's face and only the pure love. It's beauty and love that spread over there and Extends for the pretty visitors by day and by night. All love and all beauty are the pretty flowers of The American Street with all greatness and sublimity. Love and its sublimity are seen, beauty and its greatness, And the candle of love and beauty are all over there. The American Street is the pretty heart of the pretty City with all its great love and sublime beauty. Love remains great and wonderful in the pretty heart Of the pretty street that is borne in the heart and In the mind for ever and ever because it's pure and true.
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