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BENEATH THE SNOWS,
OF WINTER PAST..
LAID FLAT BY WINTERS REIGN,
THE MEADOW GRASS..
AT LONG LAST..
AWAKENS WITH SPRING RAINS.
SLOWLY DRYING IN THE SUN,
BEGIN TO REACH FOR SKY.
A SPRINGTIME BREEZE,
THE MEADOW MOVES..
AS IF IT'S ONE..
SWEEPING TO AND FRO,
AN ORCHESTRATED CHORUS.
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MEADOW GRASS
MEADOW GRASS