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The petals blow |
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So thoughtless of the bruise |
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Windy sonnets sing |
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Northward to their muse |
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The looking glass is green |
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Reflecting pools of gray |
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The gardens bright with rain |
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It's no longer so hard to believe |
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The winter snow |
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So soft as spring sets in |
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To wind her winsome way |
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To mountain shores again |
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Her back to the endless days |
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Full of love to leave |
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So simple now to grieve |
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Breaking through to fight what holds you down |
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Swimming for the sand before you drown |
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Filling in the hole you're falling through |
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Sometimes pain just makes the choice for you |
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Forgive me all these tears |
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I've bottled such a sting |
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So many waiting words |
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That I could only sing |
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And with you finally here |
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The heady dew of May |
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Comes rushing in to carry you away |