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Trying out a poem, not quite finished but here ya go...
I've been through rivers and mountains
And woods and cold weathered fields
That unfroze the second my flower bloomed
And my path always led me to the same spot
Where palm trees grow
And the people aren't so different
And woods and cold weathered fields
That unfroze the second my flower bloomed
And my path always led me to the same spot
Where palm trees grow
And the people aren't so different
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