Earth laughs in flowers. — Ralph Waldo Emerson
Earth laughs in flowers. — Ralph Waldo Emerson
Earth laughs in flowers. — Ralph Waldo Emerson
Earth laughs in flowers. — Ralph Waldo Emerson
Earth laughs in flowers. — Ralph Waldo Emerson
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Earth laughs in flowers.

— Ralph Waldo Emerson
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