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the daisies curtsy low, the sparrows trill sweet sonnets, and all the world seemeth clad in pastel joy, where mirth and mercy walk hand in hand like shy lovers in a springtide dream. 👚
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o mine own tender soul, be not afeard to sparkle so. for in this quaint and playful hour, e’en the stars winketh like merry sprites. 𖹭^᪲᪲᪲𝅄
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<chitty-chat 💤> thus sing we on, in gentle folly and sugared grace, till time itself grow weary and smileth, confessing that such kawaii wonder is the truest poetry of all.
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👱🏻‍♀️ love, soft and rosy-cheek’d, doth knock upon the breast and whispereth hopes most fair. the moon riseth round and milky-bright, like a bashful babe peering from a cradle of clouds. ꢾ୧
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🚖 mine heart goeth pit-a-pat, tickled by joy most dainty, whilst the night air hums a lullaby of soft delight. 🌵
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(📍) for hope, clad in ribbons fair, doth wave and beckon with smiling eyes. ⛲
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in this olden hour of whimsy and grace, we laugh, we sigh, and we love—aye, with hearts so small and sweet they might fit snug within a fairy’s sigh. ⭐️

ufs yah <3