The Knot Of The Brunch Cut In The Summer ...

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The knot of the branch cut in the summer,
Now spring waits like winter,
The red lip of the one who seems to love,
The cheek he kissed is like a tooth.

Sending roses is the greeting of the self,
A smile counts as charity,

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