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˚⊱🪷⊰˚ 𝓕rom the shattered 𝟮𝟵𝘁𝗵 𝗽𝗲𝘁𝗮𝗹𝘀 and fragrant of blossoms spring in December, alongside the rain, the fog, the dew of her bloom— a gentle breeze surpassed on 𝗠𝗶𝗻𝗮𝘁𝗼𝘇𝗮𝗸𝗶 𝗦𝗮𝗻𝗮's special born day! ˖᯽ ݁˖
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But now they drift on the still water,
mysterious, beautiful; among what rushes will they build, by what lake's edge or pool delight eyes when I awake some day, to find they have flown away?
Unwearied still, lover by lover, they paddle in the cold. Companionable streams or climb the air; their hearts have not grown old; passion or conquest, wander where they will, attend upon them still. 🦢