Flowers have always been a surprise...
How dashing they look inspite of the poor environmental circumstances they are actually...
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On your lap was my favorite place; A gentle Breeze swept my face, Your moussed wavy hair turned gold; Binding my soul into ... -
You give me shades of Grey with, Your moods of Black and White; And a kiss as hot as Red, A hug as cool as Blue; You are as...
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