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We search for everything |
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Keeping what we would win |
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Orchids or tiny flowers |
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Wooden huts or ivory towers |
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Centuries or hours |
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Dark are the winter days |
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Holy in many ways |
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Vaults of time unshaken |
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Whilst as through them we are taken |
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Sleeping forests wake |
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Ice melts on the lake |
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Birds begin in making their way back home |
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The frost and the fire goes |
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East winds and winter snows |
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Sun upon the daffodils |
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Dancing on the verdant hills |
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Lambs in the fields |
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Warmer grows the morning sun |
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Days of youthfulness and fun |
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The prime of the year begun |
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The song of summer to be sung |
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Everything is one |
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Working day is done |
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Watch the river running through our lives |
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How slowly the colours change |
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We feel the drops of rain |
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Mists of evening rise again |
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We rarely stroll the shadowed lanes |
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As autumn night draws in |
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We sit upon the sand |
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Warmth draining from the land |
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Watching the ruby sun |
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Setting on the ocean |
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The echoes in the caves |
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The flame upon the waves |
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Memories for saving all our days |
