Only a shadow of the autumn hours and falling leaves whispering to me in the seasonal imbrication of my mind's felicity With a song and grinder's tea of love's poetic intoxication in merriment of glee from nectar of wild wood flowers Surrounded by a rainbow of hues and piccolo trees to fife our love as willows bow like pendulum sticks with a wish seeding our tomorrow's
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