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In the garden of words, where hopeful dreams play
Hajnalka blooms in the morning's ballet
Rustling leaves echo on a chilly March morn
Hajnalka's melody -- promises sworn
A new day unfolds with tender grace
With quiet strength, time finds its place
Sweet warble on lips, a fragrant kiss
Hajnalka's whisper: a dawn-born bliss.

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