Pressed flowers

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Then,
If I know where to find you,
I'll ink all my love.
Grow flowers and cherish them,
then send them with the letters.
If I knew where to find you,
What not would I do.
Even bring down the stars
To lighten the pathway for you.
But for now,
All I do is cherish your memories
Sitting beside the tree
Where you rest beneath.


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