The zephyr blew away caressing......leaving a beguiling fragrance around.....
For it isn't thy aroma I yearn for,
but that gentle whiff which never stops on me...
Now, purl on me or blow me away....
For it isn't thy aroma I yearn for,
but that gentle whiff which never stops on me...
Now, purl on me or blow me away....
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