String Of Love
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The dancing dewdrop on the leave,
Through the prism of the first sunshine
The sweet notes of cuckoo and lyre
And the drifting water from the waterfall
The scream of eagle echoing through the valley
The quack of the duck rippling in the pond
The gobble of the turkey in the meadow
Introspection needed, if it doesn't touch your heartstrings
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