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The leaves have fallen, Mother Earth is at rest All lays quiet in anticipation of what will come Time to replenish, heal and tend the nest To nurture that place where dreams are from For spring approaches and we eagerly await The world will bloom and send forth Her wonder Leaves and birds and flowers we anticipate And upon each face, love glows so tender
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