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Who would not through fragrant fields
Sipping the sector springtime yields
Forever stroll, ever to know
Enchantment where the daisies grow.
But, poignantly, a theme will play
And sound our life for harmony
Designed ecstatic hours are
As pointers to a destined star.
We may not just in spring-side live
For purpose bids us go and give.
First loves are fair but flowers must
Engender fruit and turn to dust!! …