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In a garden of time, where past whispers linger,

Antique buttons lay hidden, touched by nature's finger.

From these relics forgotten, under the sun's warm light,

Emerges new life, in leaves and branches bright.

Wit trees, with bark etched in tales untold,

Cradle memories, in their folds of old. In their shade, a rebirth, a scene so serene,

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‘‘ : / / material - stones, plants, antique buttons ‘‘