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For someone special

The song of your voice
echos in my heart,
each time I say your name.

I see two elder tress.
Over time we have grown close together,
each in our own different part of the Great forest.

The leaves and the tiniest of
our branches have discovered each other.

It will take time for our branches
to fully intertwine.

I want to savor and enjoy each moment of that with,


YOU!

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