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| Dewdrops glisten in the sun. Their new life has just begun. Quivering and shimmering, They're a symbol of our spring. Birds may sip the drops of dew, Lapping up the water new. As the sun climbs in the sky Dewdrops all begin to die. Slowly they will disappear, Merging with the air so clear. People, too, are one day gone. Just a memory lives on. | ||
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