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The rose is at the tip of the fingers the thorn is down the abyss what now is a golden sun in a dew hanging on its petal balmy hue! The nightingale did jump on it   first thing in the morn but one seems to know the rose since the dawning of the dawn!
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Mar 25, 2022
Mar 25, 2022 at 11:12 PM UTC
Love Tringle of the Rose
The rose is at the tip of the fingers the thorn is down the abyss what now is a golden sun in a dew hanging on its petal balmy hue! The nightingale did jump on it   first thing in the morn but one seems to know the rose since the dawning of the dawn!
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Mar 25, 2022
Mar 25, 2022 at 11:12 PM UTC
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