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I garland your heart my Swami with fresh plucked blossoms garnered from the fields of my soul a daffodil smile tickling my face Like teenagers without a care in the world We stroll along the edge of forever
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Oct 10, 2019
Oct 10, 2019 at 7:33 PM UTC
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I garland your heart my Swami with fresh plucked blossoms garnered from the fields of my soul a daffodil smile tickling my face Like teenagers without a care in the world We stroll along the edge of forever
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Oct 10, 2019
Oct 10, 2019 at 7:33 PM UTC
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