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The wind is blowing softly. The golden sky is calling. Lovers come lay underneath me. And wonders the eyes will see. Nature treasures are everywhere. Happiness fills the air.
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Dec 17, 2019
Dec 17, 2019 at 3:36 AM UTC
Golden Sky
The wind is blowing softly. The golden sky is calling. Lovers come lay underneath me. And wonders the eyes will see. Nature treasures are everywhere. Happiness fills the air.
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Lamar_Cole
Dec 17, 2019
Dec 17, 2019 at 3:36 AM UTC
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