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music,
the nature, a smile, a butterfly the sun rose on my sky violin, flowers of spring, a soul just born from a cell the sun rose beyond the sea I sit on the shore Am I thinking about you? No... today just meditating There are beams of sun They arose every morning Always, for ever...
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