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Feb 2020
My little world is teeming: anything can happen
As I see you beaming: a dashing spell unforgotten
In a starlit night, to my eyes you shown
How could I decently remain atone?
And through the thick and thin
there is no room for spleen...
...in a blossoming garden
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