The season of love

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The season of love

I feel the grass beneath my feet

I feel it swaying gently

I taste nature in all its beauty

My head us swimming

With the aromatic fruit I see

Hanging from the trees

Of the lemon and orange orchard

I feel the blessing of this eden

This is the futile season

Of love.

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