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I will be the gladdest thing
Under the sun!
I will touch a hundred flowers
And not pick one.
I will look at cliffs and clouds
With quiet eyes,
Watch the wind bow down the grass,
And the grass rise.
And when lights begin to show
Up from the town,
I will mark which must be mine,
And then start down!
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To think this way.
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I’ve had a crush on Vincent for year.
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Saving this on my phone fir awhile. Thank you
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Just a little song for the last days of summer.
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