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| If life were a garden I would have no seasons for you. Spring would be year round with the soil and sand under your feet always warm then cool when you lie under a spreading shade. I would surround you with fresh blooms of fragrant flowers and a soft gentle rain upon your face. I would pluck a soft ray of sunshine to dry away your tears on days of sadness. |
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