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I am looking for,
In the stone,
Under the tree,
In the spring.
AI sees the bottom of well,
Seeds will appear again.
Oh,
Your fragrance,
Your beauty,
You are the dew.
It germinate in the grail,
I hold the flower,
Fell,
Gods envious eyes.
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