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Billet-doux
Love,
You are the sweet ripple
Of morning breeze,
Through the aspen leaves;
You are the lilt of Autumn rain,
And a rich breath of petrichor;
You are the lilac in the field,
You are the touch of elegance;
You are my wild treasure;
You make my soul dance,
And you make my heart soar.
You are the sweet ripple
Of morning breeze,
Through the aspen leaves;
You are the lilt of Autumn rain,
And a rich breath of petrichor;
You are the lilac in the field,
You are the touch of elegance;
You are my wild treasure;
You make my soul dance,
And you make my heart soar.
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