I woke up this morning and looked out of my window.
The flowers were starting to bloom in between the wet grey stones
And there were frogs croaking in my pond.
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I woke up this morning and looked out of my window.
The flowers were starting to bloom in between the wet grey stones
And there were frogs croaking in my pond.
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