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He walks by the streets,

Covered in the canopy of new leaves,

Each step in sync,

With the music that he’s listening.

She stops herself from breaking into a dance,

As she follows the whisp of a fragrance,

That lingers from the perfume,

Just like new blossoms and leaves.

He walks into bylanes,

Forgetting ways to find the beats,

His heart is listening to,

With spring in his every step.

She keeps dancing in circles,

Eventually running into the fragrance,

As she springs up high,

To have a little of the sky.


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