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In autumn as the leaves fall, my hand is placed in hers. Shes wearing green-yellow eyes, and a green paisley shawl. The Creator of All ,with her subtle grace, concurs. Her beauty is whole. The brilliance of her form only a reflection of pure soul, and this purity can be seen exampled by her life. I pray that you may know her so you may taste what heavens like. Heed my words," be like her!", and even on earth there shall be no strife.
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Apr 6, 2018
Apr 6, 2018 at 11:55 PM UTC
The Green Lady
In autumn as the leaves fall, my hand is placed in hers. Shes wearing green-yellow eyes, and a green paisley shawl. The Creator of All ,with her subtle grace, concurs. Her beauty is whole. The brilliance of her form only a reflection of pure soul, and this purity can be seen exampled by her life. I pray that you may know her so you may taste what heavens like. Heed my words," be like her!", and even on earth there shall be no strife.
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M/New York
Apr 6, 2018
Apr 6, 2018 at 11:55 PM UTC
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