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Pull me into summer shadow. The air is warm, here in the shade. Trees and bushes of green surround me, and I hear the red bird sing. The voice of reeds, the coolness of the river, the shiny river rocks, sunlight catching on its crest. Somehow, here, nothing can go wrong. Pull me into this depth of green. My heart is full of strings. Tied to you.

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