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Daughter of palace.

Pardon my baby, holiday child. I blessed your child. Played upon the water of gold, mine were bright!

Gardens of Holly, when the bells were golden, my dear, a million stars.

By Sylvester Van-Johnson

I write about anything in our colored world of misery, pain, joy and hope. Anything enlightening, anything wise, for the good.

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