βWe love the things we love for what they are.β ππ
βOnce in a golden hour
I cast to earth a seed.
Up there came a flower,π·
The people said, a weed.βΒΈ.β’´¨`*β’
βTime for you and time for me,
And time yet for a hundred indecisions,
And for a hundred visions and revisions,
Before the taking of a toast and tea.β π€π€οΈπβ
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