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| PC: Myself |
In the corridors of spring
Breeze kisses leaves
Breaks the tender twigs
And they all fall in love!
The world springs to life
In the dance of the fall
In the melody of the breeze
In the poetry of the rustle!
As nature puts us to shame
What chance do we mortals have
But to admire, emulate and love
With shattered pride, gathered humility!
