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[color=brown][align=left]One soundless midday,
the wind was fresh and clean,
and the flower petals swayed as if they were
asleep.[/align] [/color]

[color=pink][size=9]This serene feeling...[/size][/color]

[color=orange]“Can you hear it?”[/color]

[color=grey][size=9]((Post here))[/size][/color]

[color=orange][align=right]“You can’t? Well, that’s understandable.”[/align][/color]


[color=pink][align=right][size=9]Tell me, what's the name that people give it?[/size] [/align][/color]

[color=brown][align=right]Tell me a story that's locked away in the white
sand of the moon,
let me hear it as gently as light shining down.[/align][/color]