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My love for you were there to be O why the Yonder yet calling me? Shift the whisper to the night Gracing slowly into evening flight Rivers run through Meadows green frangranced meadows and grass silky green Here I stand before the eyes O deary please! No more lies.... Whispers roam through woods before Making me love and giving more Sheen the pressure yet to see My love, for you were meant to be!
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