Being subtle is a rare gift
A gift, I dare say, you possess in abundance
You are calm sweet and beautiful
Like a garden i the spring, filled with roses ...
It's not just the pitter-patter of rain on the zinc roof
Not just the joyful laughter of children playing
Not just the rustle of the leaves
It's not just the river gushing along ...
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