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 blue eyes Today I will dance the tango with the wind, share the pastel breath of newborn flowers, sprout green leaves and wander unmarked paths beneath the beautiful blue eyes of heaven. Here passing river-waves whisper poetry and the birds understand their beauty. The passionate heat of the day moistens my skin, slips past my lips, intoxicating me with the nectar of wild grasses.

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