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Snow and cold wind of the bitter dark night, lift off the weight of your cold ruthless hands. Spring breeze will chase you and bring flowery fragrances, breathing new life to the suffocated hills. Butterfly awaken you meadowlark of Spring. Our land has suffered this nightmare too long. Spring breeze will chase you and bring flowery fragrances, breathing new life to the suffocated hills

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Wow! That was a really nice poem! I don't know where there was a question in that but that's okay! Great job on your play with words!

~Kweenie~

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