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Below the diamond sky, Where we hold hands together. Can you blame me, For the bad weather.
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Your flowy hair in the breezy air, Is what makes you better. Brown eyes sparkling in the sun, Looking at you, you make me stun. The blooming sunflowers lead our way, To the shore where, the butterflies play. The water so serene, and calm, and
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