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surge and sizzle through my soul Joy! I ride my bike. ||  ||
 * My Bike**
 * Freedom and delight
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The colour of love is pink It tastes like chocolate hearts It smells like melted chocolate egg It looks like two pillow lying on a bed It sounds like pepole having a brillant time It feels like somebody loves you.
 * Love **



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