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Whispers of Innocence

Whispers of Innocence

In the garden of my mind, I stroll, Where childhood memories lie, untold. A tapestry of laughter and joy, A treasure trove without alloy. Innocence blooms like wildflowers bright, Beneath the golden sun’s warm light. Running barefoot through the fields of green, A world where every day was a dream. Climbing trees and scraping knees,

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