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:: Updated 22 Aug 2003 : All Rights Reserved : The Journeyman :: | ||||||||||||||
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Cherry blossoms bloom of pink and white Presents to all a pretty sight The cool gentle breeze welcomes Spring's dawn And heralds too the bright sunny morn. Yet shadows stay and darkness remains The remnants of past sorrow and pain The persistence of memory Brings both happiness and misery Like a bird that flies back to its nest So lonly souls return home to rest And in autumn when the last leaf drops Spring comes nearer, and so do, our hopes. |
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