... And My Lilies Are Blue Comments

beyond, beyond time in far away land you can see the garden paradise of the past there live a fragrance Lilies that talk so loud, like thunder that calls for a brow, and a smile that gallops the sky as the sun is shining beneath the clouds and the tree dances with the birds that sings there lullaby.

the stream wonder the fish, for its freshness, tail capture the prism beauty of the scale, cool water goes to the thousand rivers that looks beyond anyone that thirst., reflected by the dancing clouds the whole place wrinkle to shower off the moist of the breezing sounds of the wind.
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