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Me
The sun thru the trees
Beckons me.
It's light shimmers
Blinds me.
The wind blows the leaves
Against me.
It carries with it an aroma
Overwhelms me.
Beckons me.
It's light shimmers
Blinds me.
The wind blows the leaves
Against me.
It carries with it an aroma
Overwhelms me.
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