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the swallows piped over head as our figures beset in the tall pasture,
the indigo sky repleted the heavens  leaving the opulent meadow
and efflorescence of blossoms
respire the essence of you,
the sun radiated over our grins while
we indicated the clouds in the heavens,
our euphoria bountiful.

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