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Flashforward 15 years from now,
I see you and me,
sitting in our lawn with lush green grass
with blooming young white lilies.

Our dream country house,
with overlooking hills
under fuchsia sky singing to us
and a stream of river flowing nearby.

We would sip wine,
and later shall read this poem again
and smile at each other
because we will have it all then.

Author's Note:
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