Uhm, a fiction about boy named Robin, missed her girl named Lavender, sending a letter.
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Dear Lavender,
I only can see the lavender in my garden,
not in my eyes.
I only can feel the lavender by my hand,
not by my heart.
I only can water my lavender with the water,
not with my love.
I can sing to my lavender,
but they didn't hear.
Come, come to my garden.
I don't want lavender in my garden, I want Lavender in my garden.
Your 2000 miles away,
Robin.
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