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In the garden's tender hold, where roses blush and lilies sing, The air is sweet with tales untold, as nightingales in moonlight cling.
The breeze a whisper, soft and low, through verdant leaves it gently sweeps, In every corner, love's own glow, in silent dreams and secret keeps.
Here hearts unite, and time will slow, as love within this garden sleeps,
And I think of you, amidst dreams of our sweet embrace. 2 replies
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