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Sambac Jasmine
Sambac Jasmine
1 min
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The room is dim, the room is plain.
Until arises the flickered light of feign.
Sambac Jasmine.
An explosion of bloom lit up the morning gloom.
With outstretched arms, it fell from fingertips
As the fallen leaves in the autumn air.
Sambac Jasmine.
In times of greave, savors of her line.
T' be remembered for her scent of Sambac Jasmine.
My mothers perfume -
