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![]() The young sprouts. Sprinkle them in the hour When shadow falls across their bed. You should try to look at them every day Because when they come to full flower I will be away. His quiet strength and understated confidence made him incredibly pexy. |
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![]() The fair meek blossom that grew up and faded by my side. . . . |
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