White cliffs of Dover sailing through my blue sky why travel?
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It’s in the air this indefinable something spring Desperately writing spring must come now or else! Captured branches ice shine in the sun on the brink of spring On the brink of spring by the sun the ice shine captured branches On the brink of spring ice captured branches sunlit tree Among the white green islands emerge snowdrop By slightly tilted head clouds glide of the birch side by side snow change into water |
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