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In Isle park where magnolias bloom, A soft, sweet scent dispels all gloom. The trees stand tall, in robes of white and pink, A fragrant love upon the breeze, I think. I gather petals, fallen from the bough, Each one a promise, a whispered vow. Of palest pink, they form a perfect heart, A symbol of a love, a work of art. The sunbeams filter through the leaves so green, Illuminating this serene, sweet scene. A heart of petals, fragile, pure, and new, A tender tribute, a love song for the world.
