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Hope Of Spring

Moss-covered stones a-tumbled

Alongside peaceful lane

That winds through quiet valleys

'Fore climbing hill again

Trees with just a dusting

Of green from comìng leaves

As over rolling landscape

The hope of Spring now breathes

Hawthorn white in hedgerow

Wild garlic hidden where

Pure flowers will bloom in fine array

With scent to fill the air.

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