If I could fly the night of the high wondering signs of your dreams amidst the fires of hearts I would believe the trixter fell at the moon leaving all the stars to you and I. I would believe in these stars of night where Perhaps the design of willow trees and waves at seas are for your soul, where Perhaps the burning breeze in my eye is more than any could know, where Perhaps wonder is the answer to sew
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Very good. You have talent.
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Good to see a positive one Excellent as always
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