An orchard in spring is a wonderful thing
Branscombe blossom fair and light coats the grass with pink and white, mossy branch and apple breeze stirs the limbs of dancing trees orange tips and foraging bees, no sweeter does the blackbird sing than in an orchard filled with spring
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