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We slowly strolled, along the path,
When buds were on the trees,
Filled with dreams, while passion roared,
As waves, upon high seas.
We ran top speed, along the path,
When flowers bloomed so bright,
Chasing dreams, while passion burned,
As embers, through the night.
We smoothly jogged, along the path,
When leaves had turned to gold,
Clasping dreams, while passion warmed,
As a blanket, in the cold.
We sedately stroll, along the path,
While snowflakes gently fall,
Sharing dreams, while passion lives,
Through memories we recall.
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