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One stunning spring early morning the King was strolling by his gardens with these a few sons, gazing with admiration at the assorted fruit-trees, a few of which had been a mass of blossom, although others were being bowed to the bottom laden with wealthy fruit.I'm totally free tomorrow morning → أَنا غَيْرُمَشْغولٍ غَداً �