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  • Spring's gentle breeze swirls around me on the mountainside
    Carrying with it tales which I have heard before
    Flowers I forgot I knew which lined my childhood
    A shivery chill and a melting ray wedded together only for a short time
    I carried their memory with me
    But I didn't know I had
    For five springtimes I was gone
    Absent
    North
    Immersed in cold flaming golds instead
    Now I return, it's Spring, the season which saw me breath my first breath
    The spring winds arrive with precious whispers caught up in their dance
    I respond with; I know, I always loved you too
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