"Shhh," I'm listening to a chorus of the breeze and you're sleeping dreams of wind chimes, nestled in my arms, I, loving you so. as the teapot settles. As we lay in clover of soft moss and the nightingale sings, of turning winter into spring a halo of a rainbow glistens in your hair. "Shhh," I'm listening to the chorus of the breeze and the leaves as they slowly awake, from the melting
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