๏ธ๏ธ ๏ธ๏ธ (๐๐๐๐๐๐๐.๐ถ๐ธ๐ถ) ๐ฅ ๐บ๐ฒ๐ฎ๐ฑ๐ผ๐๐ฏ๐ผ๐ฟ๐ป๐ฒ ๐ฟ๐ฒ๐๐ฒ๐ฟ๐ถ๐ฒ, where golden meadows cradle little wonders and gentle hearts.
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The little gate has quietly opened.
The nest still holds a little place
for one more.
Perhaps ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฏ๐ฆ๐น๐ต ๐ญ๐ช๐ต๐ต๐ญ๐ฆ ๐ธ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ช๐ด ๐บอ๊ฎปอ๐ถ.
ึดึถึธ. ๐ เฃช ึดึถึธ๐ฃเผเผเฟ
๏ธ๏ธ ๏ธ๏ธ
๏ธ๏ธ ๏ธ๏ธ
The little gate has quietly opened.
The nest still holds a little place
for one more.
Perhaps ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฏ๐ฆ๐น๐ต ๐ญ๐ช๐ต๐ต๐ญ๐ฆ ๐ธ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ช๐ด ๐บอ๊ฎปอ๐ถ.
ึดึถึธ. ๐ เฃช ึดึถึธ๐ฃเผเผเฟ
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