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Coffee's s smell is rude and strong, but very soft, like autumn weather.

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I'd say rain feels like sadness and hapieness at the same time, sometimes it feels a little bit empty.

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That old house Smell, I think that my favourite smell

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That old house Smell, I think that my favourite smell

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Das ist also Fantastisch

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the good old colour of fresh coffe in the morning

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the good old colour of fresh coffe in the morning

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a lot of brown, a good amount of black and orange, some yelow make a delicios cupuchino

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Again you wake up… you’re very sad but… small happy found you….

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Das ist Fantastisch

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a lot of white, some black, a lot of blue and pink, yelow, red and green

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Gold ochre, some grey and some pink, i think that represents Le Old House

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I remember the tnt faling down, the rain joining, people crying, Ghostbur singing L'manberg's anthem for the last time...   And a year later nature took over the stage.    The expirience started to flee. The only thing that was left, was the memory of a great nation caled L'manberg.                         -In memory of L'manberg                                 Ann Blade                                                    All of the actions described are completly fictional, and should not be taken seriosly

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A Cupuchino in the morning autumn is so nice... The orange leaves are faling, the smell of fresh toast and morning sunlight shining throgh the window... It feels so magical and perfect...

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The good old house in the midle of the woods

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The good old house in the midle of the woods

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I'd like to say colour and the smell of the good old house are the same. The paterns the wood, the old ornaments spark the smell in my brain that is the same to the shape and the look