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4d
Your word is kept by the promise of this:

a sun glowing in the brightness of dawn,
rivers flowing always to the sea,
grasses blowing in the summer's yawn,

so make your promise true to me.
Grace
Written by
Grace  F/Voie Des Papillons
(F/Voie Des Papillons)   
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