In those moments,

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In those moments,
with the white shine of the sun
milky blue sky up ahead
the soft cotton that falls
Overprotective green trees
The faint flower smell that remains
Swaying of the swing
Birds bugs and grass that swarms
I find,
I wish I could share most
with him.

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