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…brace us for the spirit of the new season. The roses in our
garden ripen, each but a promise sweet perfume of ecstasy, cup of eternal life, The trees in our garden
sculpt the sky, bow to never ending light, each river birch nods its head the buff bark curls in cinnamon
brown blurs, winged catkins whirl, the word of our love loose in the wind, the honey …
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