Tip-top tip-top
Winter have come,
Through my window pans
I see cherries in happy blooms
With the kisses of dew smiling brights
The bodies in full dresses
And so, Cherries ready
To welcome the winter fest,
I love and love to see
I love and love to be with
I love and love to smile with Cherries.
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