The echo of what I can do in the jar, has already been reflected, and an echo of reality waits, waiting to see if I was ever willing or daring, a lily waits in the distance, have I climbed down, all the way here, so close to it, to breathe it in, caress the stem, wondering if I should pluck it, if she asks you to would you do it, my character echoes, shame and embarrassment, I'd like to say no, this great love story, to find another end, but strings pull, I may love you, give her a kiss on the lips, do we really need to do this again?

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