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Your Endless Beauty... 
you shall never grow old; nor shall winter's clutch ever feel too bitter and cold, when you're here to warm my soul. Of all the things in this world I've seen-- autumns of orange and red, winters gray and mean, and summers of hazy gold, you shall ever be, the springtime of my heart, a fragrant blossom as fresh as boughs of green. Neither these eyes nor this soul seeks to be deceived, but when your endless beauty is perceived, this heart shall beat gladly for you alone. You're my sunshine and my garden overgrown with soft white blossoms that never fail to inspire and enchant me. You've planted the seeds, for all that my happiness is and ever shall be.
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