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Ode to True Love

If I could dream of the perfection of love, it would have nothing in it of half-truths and insincere proclamations. It would see fleeing toward it from a great distance the beckoning moonbeams decorating the sky or rainbows enticing onlookers to the pot of gold to be found in the blazing amber orchid glowing in …

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