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dandelion, reminds me of my significant behalf
will never be the bluff of my heart.

sweet tart of my life, wandering around the forest with i.

rabbits jumping, frogs whining,
let me grab your hand and let us dance under the sun shining.

roses are red, violets are blue, forest are grassy, clean and pure so as my love for you !

- s.

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