Spring a sprig of cherry tree
And carry it over to me.
Paint it accross the skin so dry,
These velvet blooms that one cries.
Sweep clear the arid land
Remove all the grains of sand.
Flurries of pink blow over this heart
Plant your seed of a new start.
With the moist dew of your eyes,
Comes the clearing of the skies.
Arrive the season of green
Grow over what this world has seen.
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