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And time slips from the grasps of reality
While realty free falls from the tower of freedom//
Pink and purple poppies dot the fields
While deer graze in the meadows//
Rain rests on her face
While her blue eyes study the dark clouds//
Despite everything, I'd love you for a million more
It doesn't matter what, but a million is my number//

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