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Peace is in the dark green rustle.
     Harmony beneath the moist tree.
Fecund tendrils coiling herein hide
      And moss protects smooth white root.

I love to smell a whisper of peach
     in the prince's garden.
His castle floats in a languid dream
     Of petal green spring and flower pink summer.
Bare and powerful he watches me lie near him
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