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On a garden of meadows and trees,
was a swing moving to the breeze.
Illuminated by the night sky,
too beautiful for 'Oh my!'
Too ordinary to catch passer-by's gaze,
but beauty never left the place.
All it needs is an aesthete to harten,
even when it isn't about Garden.
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Rhythmic thoughts
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