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Lonely Teardrop
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Aroseisa
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Primary Colors
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The Yellow Rose of......New York!
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Bee! I'm expecting you!
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the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses
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Some Questions You Might Ask
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Stages of Hydrangea
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Summer makes a silence after spring.
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Mellow Yellow
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and all you wishing well fools with your fortunes...
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The universe is full of magical things, patiently waiting for our wits to grow sharper.
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The Serenity of the Rose
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In summer, the song sings itself.
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Hosta la vista
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How splendid yellow is!
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August's Crown
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Emily Dickinson
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The worst sin - perhaps the only sin - passion can commit is to be joyless.
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Dirty hands, iced tea, garden fragrances thick in the air and a blanket of color before me, who could ask for more?
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When Jewels Sing
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Clarity Is Freedom
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Clambake
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You only have to let the soft animal of your body love what it loves.
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Purple Shades
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The Pond, Late Summer
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There is no agony like bearing an untold story inside of you.
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Why do two colors, put one next to the other, sing? Can one really explain this? No. Just as one can never learn how to paint.
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Summer's Last Breath
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Sanctify the place you are in. Follow your bliss.
