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A Song Of The Waves Of Spring
A Song Of The Waves Of Spring
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Overhanging blossoms of cherry;
Soft and pale, willowy;
The jade river flows, ever merry.
Petals of white the stream shall ferry;
In the dawn of March, born is a bud of the lily;
Overhanging blossoms of cherry.
The storm its adversary;
Tints of pink declare in agony;
The jade river flows, ever merry.
Silver ranges witness the season airy;
The violet oak is shadowy;
Overhanging blossoms of cherry.
On the green meadow, falls a blueberry;
The prayers of life by the new flowers, spring’s fragility;
The jade river flows, ever merry.
A tune of the afternoon the little birds carry;
Peonies sway, fragrances’ tactility;
Overhanging blossoms of cherry;
The jade river flows, ever merry.
