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Sunday, December 6, 2009

The Gardener

I am the gardener in your tulip farm;
I pick flowers and make bouquet
I am the one, who knows the secret of color and fragrance
Each morning, I stop at your door
To see your lovely son and beautiful wife
They love me as you did
They love me because you love flowers, I bring!
They love me because I lend the secret to them.

t to them.

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Mystic Rain

The month of June The fall of tree The mystic rain I would pursue you till the end