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Not existing before; made, introduced, or discovered recently or now for the first time.
“new crop varieties.” Not previously used or owned.
“a secondhand bus cost a fraction of a new one”
In the depths of dreams, she softly dwells,A girl that never was, but one can tell,Her spirit dances on the edge of time,A soul so fragile, yet so sublime. Her presence whispers in the gentle breeze,A tender touch that puts hearts at ease,But alas, she remains a ghostly wisp,A figment of imagination’s twist. Her laughter…
In the depths of darkness, I search for light,Lost and never found, like stars in the night.Oh, how my heart yearns to be free,From the chains of despair that bind me. But alas, my soul wanders in these endless realms,Seeking solace in forgotten realms.Like a gentle breeze on a summer’s eve,Love whispers softly, making hearts…
In realms beyond Earth’s known frontier,There dwell creatures strange and queer,The extraterrestrials, oh so bizarre,In spaceships, journeying afar. Like mythical beings from lore of old,They traverse the cosmos, brave and bold,To worlds unknown, they soar on high,With stars as their guide, they touch the sky. Alien eyes, so brilliantly bright,Glowing in the celestial night,Their purple…
In the heart of mystery, under moonlit sky’s,Lies a legend untold, where truth may lie. Where the towering trees whisper secrets in the air,There, my friend, begins the Sasquatch affair. Oh, the elusive creature, well-hidden from our sight,Believed to roam free in the depths of the night. With each rustle of leaves and each broken…
O heavenly realm, where beauty takes its form, Where the soul finds solace, away from life’s storm.Where ethereal light casts a gentle glow, And serenity’s breeze whispers secrets we know.In this sacred space, where dreams are made, No sorrow exists, no darkness can pervade.The colors are vibrant, brighter than all, As if painted by angels…
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