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It's funny that I know none of you in real
except your beautiful mind
through all of your words
They blossom
They sing
They rain
They snow
I could appreciate every petals of your heart
I could follow every notes of your dream
I could taste every drops of your tears
I could melt every flakes of your coolness
Every seasonal change of your feeling
comes through as breeze
shines through as moonlight
Nothing could be more poetic
than your beautiful mind
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