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Last spring we hid under the trees,
Picking pretty leaves,
Talking about the weather,
Hoping Autumn never comes too soon,
The earth is so vibrantly alive to mend our broken souls,
So we have nothing to worry about tomorrow,
Our minds too happy to follow,
We just wanted spring to last forever."
- spring makes me lovely.
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