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Cherry blossoms,
Flowing in the wind,
Falling from the branch,
And anew it shall begin.

Blazing sun, is so hot,
We wish to find relief,
So we sit under the apple tree,
And rest without grief.

A peach so sweet,
Each taste brings delight,
Plant the pit in the ground,
And it'll be a sight.

Tender sweetness,
Amerging from the vine,
Love it, as you grow it,
And it'll be divine.

Look up, at the heavens,
Look through the windowpane,
Watch as the clouds drift by,
And sleep as it rains.