What I would not give for a day of my own. Anything I wish, it would be true. For just one day, I would have it all. A lovely tranquil day to sit back and relax. To have my love rapture me with compassion and affection. To relish the blissful day with glee and delight. To have the sweet allusion of the seductive peacefulness in the air. Not once in that entire day would there be anguish or aggravation. My day would be my own.
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