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3d
leaves loosen from limbs
and the smell of apples sweetens the air

I follow you to the top, to the peak. YouΒ Β laugh and I know
we are for each other in this life,

despite the weather, the path, the season.
Grace
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Grace  F/Voie Des Papillons
(F/Voie Des Papillons)   
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