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Well lemme tell you a story, It's about a two boys, and It's kinda short kinda boring, But the end is a world, Met like the rain to the soil, The fragrance was enjoyed,
suddenly the whole world came to life, but soon enough the fragrance died, it was cold as the autumn came, Just like the leaves from the trees shed, They broke and fell apart too, Tried to fly as far as they could, But all along the path that they flew, a trail of red spider lilies grew, Soon they found themselves, In a garden with a red view,
Looking at the painting their distance drew, they could spot each other in it, Cause even the flowers admit, they were always met to be to split...
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"Count back from 1000 by 7's"

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