TINY ROOTS GROW DEEP, EMBRACING THE HUNGARY SOIL, EARLY MORN BRINGS SURGING BUDS TO BLOSSOM, SHE MEETS EACH SEASON FULL, FLINCHING A HIDDEN WELL OF SWEETNESS HIDES.WITHIN HER SOUL UNTIL WARM SPRING TAPS HER SOLID STATE. THEREIN ABIDES HER AWAITING BUDS WHERE SILENTLY SHE A WAKES><><><>
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