"Yes she is a fine bird,sometimes!"As she strikes a look at the bird."But she thinks she is my mother!"The bird ruffles her feathers as if she knew what she had said and disapproved.
Waen laughed and pushed the bird off her shoulder lovingly"You know your nothing like my mother Kit,you actually love me!"
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The red rose whispers of passion/And the white rose breathes of love/O,the red rose is a falcon/And the white rose is a dove/
But I send you a cream-white rosebud/With a flush on it's petal tips/For the love that is purest and sweet/Has a kiss of desire on the lips/
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