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| When it's time for us to bloom We should give it all we've got! Let our fragrance fill the room With a perfume sweet and hot. Folks will see it on our face! We have found a peace divine. In this very time and place We will let our witness shine. Blooms will die, but they come back, Maybe more than once a year, Overcoming all that's black With a burst of love and cheer. | ||
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