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.The sparrows and birds sang during that beautiful summer had arrived.
The rains fell and the nightingale sang.
Summer was warming up and the butterflies flapped their wings in happiness. The birds sang until the remnant ice of the spring melted away.
It was time to put off the winter fire and store away the logs.
Do you see a potential lover at the horizons of season in this world?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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