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Irises like a green spring leaf mixed with the bright-brown foliage of fall, You say you try to help me, Lies, You help me through it all. Your smile makes me smile, it's as simple as that.
All walkways are a whirlwind of strangers, a whirlwind of no one and everyone hiding within and the particulars, I know not. Never have seen them. Never have heard them. Never have known them.