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The scent of spring is in the air. The smell of flowers everywhere. Spring is just around the bend, as winter comes to its end. The flowers will come to a bloom just to die all too soon. For them there's nothing they have to fear, for they'll return to bloom next year. Like the blooms your life will end and to the ground your remains descend. But fear not, again you'll rise to bloom before Gods precious eyes. Written by Terri House |
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