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the sun beams down with glorious heat.wind whistling through the trees .birds sing the song of summerand trees flaunt there beautiful leaves.the old swing i'm dreaming in creaks and moans.the smell of abundant flowers caresses my nose.an almost perfect summer,if only you were here.</3
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