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| The budding trees, The new flowers, And the return of the birds, Whisper to me that it's the time of year To remember the promise of Spring. Here's wishing you warmth for your soul And the happiness that the Eastertide brings. author unknown |
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| The budding trees, The new flowers, And the return of the birds, Whisper to me that it's the time of year To remember the promise of Spring. Here's wishing you warmth for your soul And the happiness that the Eastertide brings. author unknown |
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