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A playful angel with his bow
These flowers,days and feelings if I take,
You rest without my dear green mistake;
A playful angel with his bow can partake
Of our friend azure with few clouds`steak;
If sweet and shy, young roses bravely bake,
Red will escape from heaven, for my sake.
So, other blond and gold attempt I make:
Sweet water lily, please don`t break
Serenity of inner blue with your rake;
Yet, yellow smiles happily asleep by lake.
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