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Wednesday, January 28, 2026
wind on the trees beside the road
I heard Your voice whispering,
gently, gently,
through the wind blowing
amongst the trees
as the leaves rustled sweetly
You said
I love you
,
and with the wind and the trees
and all the rustling leaves,
I whispered back
I love You too
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