We walked across the meadows
We traveled through the fields
Flowers always bloomed
Now my love,
The meadows
are bleak
The fields
are barren
The flowers
no longer bloom
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Author:
James Michael (Pseudonym) (
Online) - Published: May 10th, 2025 21:12
- Category: Unclassified
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