In the garden where the sunlight spills,Where flowers dance upon the hills,There lies a secret, soft and sweet,Where happiness and hearts can meet.It whispers in the morning breeze,And rustles through the emerald trees,It sparkles on the dewdrop’s face,And finds its home in every place.It’s in the laughter of a child,In moments pure and undefiled,It’s in …
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