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Spring
I live for such spring days,
When the breeze is neither hot not cold,
Over vanilla sunsets,
As the twilight lasts a little longer.
I live for such spring nights,
When the breeze whips my hair back,
Over starry nights,
As I sway to the music under moonlight.
I live for such spring coincidences,
Of orange sunrises,
And orange moon rises,
Bringing us all together.
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