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Mother of the spring |
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Her branches cradle slipping |
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Buds, yawning open |
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Welcome by an aging man |
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He greets them fondly |
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With memories of when |
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Her bows were arms that held him as a younger man |
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Together, they would marvel at |
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The birth of springtime |
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Now he stands beneath the apple blossoms |
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Every year where they used to go walking |
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And he tells |
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Her about the summer and the autumn |
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The winter in his heart |
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And their apple blossoms |
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In summer they would dream |
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Of being three and smile |
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Imagining how round |
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As the apples on the ground |
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That fall, they loved and waited |
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But winter came too soon |
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Before their seed could bloom |
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She wilted from the chill |
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And all felt cold and still |
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Now he stands beneath the apple blossoms |
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Every year where they use to go walking |
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And he tells |
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Her about the summer and the autumn |
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The winter in his heart |
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And their apple blossoms |
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As he opened the earth to receive her |
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He prayed heaven would be waiting to meet her |
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He kisses her cold cheek goodbye, |
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But he couldn't surrender the hope they had sired |
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So in her fallen hands he placed a seed from their favorite tree |
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And he laid her to rest beneath the blanket of whiteTil |
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They'd meet again in the springtime |
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Now he stands beneath the apple blossoms |
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Every year where they used to go walking |
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Walking |
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And from above she's always watching |
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But her body lies beneath the apple blossoms |
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Apple blossoms |
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Blossom.Blossom.Blossom |
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Mother of the Springher branches cradle slipping budsSlowly, unopen |
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Welcome, by an aging man'He greets them fondly.Fondly |
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Her branches cradle slipping buds |