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:: Updated 22 Aug 2003 : All Rights Reserved : The Journeyman :: | ||||||||||||||
:: Nature's Gift :: | |||||||||||||||
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Seasons come and seasons go Winds blow, sun shines, river, flow This is nature at her best Span'in her beauty, east to west. The morn, the day, so pure and bright Bathes the earth in etheral light From dreams all way, and life begins All creatures set to do their things. Twilight, sunset, colours run Life goes home, so does the sun Gentle breezes stir the heart For the night, about to start The land is silent, quiet, calm The frangipani's fragant balm Fills the air with a melody Of love, high in all entity |
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