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Fragrance
born
in
heaven
So
softly
sweet
and
pure
The
lilac
is
life's
pleasure
It's
petals
so
demure
Each
flower bound
together
Creates
a fragrance
bright
While
walking
in
a
distance
The
scent
of
love
ignites
Trees
of
sweetest
majesty
That
seem
to
almost
bow
With
gently
scented
perfume
Upon
the
heavy
bough
See
the
tree
before
us
Reach
up
to
the
sky
Fill
your heart
with
fragrance
Whenever
you
walk
by.
~ Francine Pucillo~© original 2004

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