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    The Breeze

    Flowers of a different colour
    Always seem to blend together
    When your heart is numb.
    But when the wind blows
    And your heart sways
    The haze is blown away
    The colours become vibrant and bright
    For it is the end of night
    And morning has come.
    L:ove blows softly through your hair
    Like a gentle breeze
    Touching every part of you,
    Fire annihilating despair.
    All is hope, can you fear?
    No for you have been made perfect in love
    And roses are all you see.

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