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A nest to stay has sighted
beneath those shady bushes.
Cropped with caring seeds...
Warmed by coated arms.
Grasping the thorns of intro,
Refrained through boresome midst.
As the tune painted every line...
Its rhythm flamed and fired.
Opposite roads deprived to fall near.
A hurdle stood along the path.
So hardly meet in halfway
Yet tried to bridge over.
Rushing ahead wasn't the game
The choice was cleansed for good.
In a world of strange
people
Their kind of
LOVE
has found its reasons.
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