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| Sunday, April 6, 2014, 10:13:34 PM |
 Come stand with me underneath the cherry trees, as delicate blossoms fill the air, with springs first breath caressing your cheek, and these large hands combing through the gentle curl of your hair. Let me kiss you, as tenderly and long as the cherry blossom's soft dance over subtle winds, with a kiss that breathes in the last breath of winter, unending until the last falling blossom's soft dance ends. |
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