I remember that you wear
a lilac dress coming towards us,
with tenderness and a loving smile.
Down your sunshine under
your mild eyewe bud.
Together always we bath in
the golden rays of the morning sun,
within the airthe tinges of spring.
O industrious gardener! Water us!
The bush will bloom and
the field will turn green.
Spiritus of you.
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