Sky so clear
Moon so bright
Golden light in the ocean sky
Soft whispers that sing me to sleep
and paint the sky above
Me from black to blue
I smell the flouting blossoms
and hear there sweet cherry songs
as they sway with there mother
who has taken them from above
I wake to the joyous sun
Dancing through my eyes
And hear the song birds singing
Of Spring who's time has come.
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