In pastry shells, sweet fillings lie,
Beneath the golden, flaky sky.
A dance of fruit with cinnamon ties,
Each bite of these warm pies defies.
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In pastry shells, sweet fillings lie,
Beneath the golden, flaky sky.
A dance of fruit with cinnamon ties,
Each bite of these warm pies defies.
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