When roses and tulips bloom, In the warmth of summers, The drizzle and the rainbow, Singing and marching with the drummers, In sweetness of life, bitter you don’t allow, Not a sign of gloom, In the magical town of Roseline. Swaying in ecstasy, Broken pieces of heart make a beautiful art, Of landscape in fantasy, […]
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