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Conflict-Free
Calm and beautiful,
When birds fly through the sky.
Solitude and Peaceful,
When leaves on branches dance.
While in search for the light,
The bluest skies go gray.
They say, when all is restful:
Flowers and bees are the finest kissers.
The wind blows in May,
With love and kindness blending.
But you just have go living,
As, it is the place where we all rejoice.
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Gratia Pieris
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