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Regular Show

They say it's a regular show, When the ground starts to snow, And the flowers take a bow. They say it'll be over before I know, Just when everything became white and aglow. I bury myself in a place deep below, Crush the seeds of spring they sow, Near limpid waters that swiftly flow. Of all the things I know not how, To make it last forever yet I vow.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2016

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