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Falling softly on her skin
the rain, it misted round her beauty witnessed by the moon enhanced by long dark curls Her eyes the color of the grass her lips red as a rose she sat in silence on a cliff and all the earth embraced her She walked the shores and swam the rivers as creatures of the forest stared and birds called out her name She was one with the universe in fact she knew its name and if you listen to the wind youâll find her in its breeze
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