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What Flourish Means

Its a Paradise Looking Inward the present Blooming together It's your daring love Holding my hand till the end Blooming together It's your "never let go" A friendship so attached Blooming together Money, Money, twice As we unfold the grand truth Blooming together It's a big white tree Rooted in a thousand years Old aged, beautiful It's a green pasture A modish type colony Blooming together It's a Paradise A well kept individual Blooming and distinct -Letters To My Son

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