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Among the trees of orange blossoms

And the endless fields of flowers

The euphoric fragrance which filled the air

All under the clear blue sky

As far as the eyes can see

And that one cuckoo that sang in isolation

Every thing acknowledged the arrival of the bliss they call spring

And me…. In wonder sat in this garden of memories…

Oh such beautiful…the wave of nostalgia

Slowly the sun sets and the hues of childhood begin to fade!!

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