When When shall the sweet flower bloom into the warm open spring? When shall the rushing river flow open into the great wide waterfall which enriches the bountiful nature that abounds the land? When shall thy beautiful hand stretch open into the wistful air, and when shall it extend to mine self and ask when shall I join thee on a summers eve to dance in the twilight until our hearts melt and intertwine until when we finally breath the last of the warm air onto the cold winter morning.
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