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evening-blossom

Who shall stay the morning,
when blossoms open to the sun?
Who shall stay the passing day,
the blossoms every one?

Who shall stay the evening,
or the timely blossoms fall,
in the orchard on the hillside,
there beyond the garden wall?

Go and love the morning.
Love the day, both rain and sun.
Go and love the evening.
Love the blossoms every one.

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