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Love's the song of the Oriole, sleek as silk ribbons pulled from summer's dress. Trees sigh, relaxed in a warm wind, gently flexing each golden note. Love's a bird in flight. When your heart takes wing, prepare to be astounded.
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Jul 12, 2014
Jul 12, 2014 at 9:05 AM UTC
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Love's the song of the Oriole, sleek as silk ribbons pulled from summer's dress. Trees sigh, relaxed in a warm wind, gently flexing each golden note. Love's a bird in flight. When your heart takes wing, prepare to be astounded.
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Jul 12, 2014
Jul 12, 2014 at 9:05 AM UTC
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