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| daf |
Meant to stay in bed in slumber's sweet reprieve instead the sunrise beckons me along with thoughts of thee. Strands of heather, bits of vine treasures to my valentine as they are yours so you are mine know I am yours indeed. Down the lane, past the tree the honeysuckle's heavenly the sunlit forest calls to me along with thoughts of thee. Your whispered way is catalase a balm for callous, colder days lilies laughing as they leave their sacred scent upon the breeze like softly kept fond memories and cherished thoughts of thee. |
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