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What a day, what a day
For flowers—scarlet flowers
Smell of oranges,
Smell of paradise.

Won’t you come join me now
Among the glorious flowers?
In my garden
We could shed our lies.

Step onto the path.

If you take my hand,
We may never fall.





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