The morning of the summer and a tinge of yellow,
Amidst the sheds of patchy white,
Is the color of mine,what color do you hold poor leaf?
She smiled and opened her eyes,
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Sky is the limit and this is pure in its form. The morning of the summer we perceive very well. Colours fill mind in cheer. We need no sorrow and darkness. Every person should live happily in this Earth...10
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Sky is the limit and this is pure in its form. The morning of the summer we perceive very well. Colours fill mind in cheer. We need no sorrow and darkness. Every person should live happily in this Earth...10