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The rush of spring makes it yearly tripWinds begin erratic and fickleSlowly in opposition the breezes come mildGently brushing the buds that have come..
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Silence sounds deepLeft with my thoughtsHeart beats fire redBring peace to quench the soulIs the thought to keepBefore the laying of the head
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Thoughtfully, for sureSoftly, looking to seeGently, there to findLovingly, to watchPlacidly, there silentKindly, showingPeace, what a sightJust a mome..
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Vision ambles pure as a dreamRiding forth across the skyWielding it's brush across the eyeFilling each hue with a tint of gleamSculpting the impressio..
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