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Roses, tulips, lilies, My heart has bloomed like these. Splinters, thistles, thorns, Pierced my heart come morn. Left, right, above, Is this the start of true love? Potatoes, carrots, corn, Why am I so torn? Rain, hail, snow, Will I ever know? Up, down, under, Will I get used to this thunder?

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