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A sunlit path, a dusty lane,The scent of summers yet to wane,A girl in red, in denim blue,With dreams as wide as the open view.Sunglasses shield those wondering eyes,From secrets held in endless skies,Barefoot hopes and wristwatch dreams,The world still woven in childhood seams.A mango plucked, a smile half-grown,A thousand stories in hands unknown,Wind in hair, and heart set free,How far she roamed — how near to me.Oh, girl of sunshine, dust, and song,You taught me where I still belo...
