| So, I will draw you... On a piece of paper torn from a notebook, |
with dandelion fluff and a lullaby, with autumn leaves and prickly snowflakes, with fluffy green caterpillars and lemon-colored clouds. I will draw you with eyes the color of joy, with hands stained with earth and a bouquet of wildflowers clenched in your fist, against the backdrop of a city that has turned into a garden, where tree branches bend under the weight of fruit, and a noble deer will stand next to you. |
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with dandelion fluff and a lullaby, with autumn leaves and prickly snowflakes, with fluffy green caterpillars and lemon-colored clouds. I will draw you with eyes the color of joy, with hands stained with earth and a bouquet of wildflowers clenched in your fist, against the backdrop of a city that has turned into a garden, where tree branches bend under the weight of fruit, and a noble deer will stand next to you.