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what i would tell you about the posies that gather around when they overhear my voice calling out your name, none would say the same. for them, caroused near the streams that few perennials are but discerned; springtime only passes by, and then they are gone. but how are they able to suss as such? when these rosebuds unlatch themselves only when you are here?
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Apr 15, 2020
Apr 15, 2020 at 1:33 PM UTC
you inspire these flowers to grow.
what i would tell you about the posies that gather around when they overhear my voice calling out your name, none would say the same. for them, caroused near the streams that few perennials are but discerned; springtime only passes by, and then they are gone. but how are they able to suss as such? when these rosebuds unlatch themselves only when you are here?
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Apr 15, 2020
Apr 15, 2020 at 1:33 PM UTC
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