"Good fortune has been given, Goldenrod" Red Catchfly Forest, Myrtle, 1902 "Run! the sun is going down, the gun reaches for the crown. Two were shattered, cowardness scattered." "A rose I held, as it upheld my heart. Dear, we are being reduced everyone is fleeing." "The fondness needs to be protected My dearest, we are affected. Near the Hemlock approach, they're not in their sincerest." "Here came a Butterfly weed, Let me go! You pushed me aside, you want me to abide." "The bullet was released pierced her to the core.
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