Often optimistic, sometimes pessimistic, then romantic and always paradoxical!
Ultimately, it is my genius that radiates through with a diamond-like brilliance!
"Her neck, her bosom open, the snowstorm in her face!
But the storms from north cannot harm the Russian rose.
Oh how a searing kiss burns through the frost!"
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A Russian rose blazing in brilliance under the red lantern! Such a ruddy, bloody, incarnadine scene I will miss!
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