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Dark clouds gather fast Lightning flashes, thunder roars Rain falls, earth rejoices
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We are all one mind Dancing to the cosmic beat Dreaming of the sun
Nature is alive It gives us many feelings We should cherish them
Golden orb in sky, Hay meadows ready to be cut, Thunderstorms brewing.
A new day begins, The sun rises in the east, A fresh start for you.
Tilting windmills, Don Quixote’s valiant quest, A battle of wits.
Red rose, a symbol Of love and passion, so true A gift from my heart
Words are but labels, Names we give to things we see, Truth lies beyond them.
Sandcastle of dreams Washed away by the sea waves But memory stays
Solstice meadow-grass Beauty in diversity Rain will end the dream
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