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Jul 10
And I miss her cinnamon,

That fills the air,

And I love that cinnamon,

That she carries everywhere,

And her cinnamon loves me,

Just as she loves I,

And I hope this cinnamon scent,

Will remain for all my life.
Written by
Radwa
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