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Still drunken of spring's shining meadows and the myriads of flowers,we shut our eyes to the beauty and fell asleep...and oblivion erased our memories of fall and blinded our eyes. |
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Overwhelming were the days, as autumn embracedthe land of zephyr kissed the sky with passion... |
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But more seldom we remembered the perfumeof a long withered spring and summer's caressfaded like a candle in the wind, leaving a legacy of gold......and still we slumbered - dreamless and forlorn... |
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But for the sleepless who perceive, a blossom's tearwill be a monument of those long faded summersand bears the seed of a new spring...and those will feel no mourning as fallgrands them a farewell kiss in the orchid-filedsbecause their gardens will gleam everlasting... |
