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Hope Your name came From the Beloved One Contents of it Will never Be. Artform Of Spirit Of Soul Moves into wealth of Love. Encouragement for transformation Grateful is Mind, Heart and Soul. Through the inner quarrel A butterfly Flew shyly by. Cheering voices Weaved Soft melodies through me… Eyes on you! Mystery awaits… Vanished morning dew. |
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