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By Alnel Flores
When Spring awakes the sleeping trees and unfurls the leaves;
When flowers bloom, and meadows green and fresh the air gives.
When sun beams are on the woodlands where cool wind do blows,
And clear dews on blossom drops and saps are on the boughs;
When the light on the rainforest ponders, and streams are clear,
I love thee and will yield to thee and swear my love is fair.
When summer warms over our lands and fields are all gold;
And birds shall fly then flocks in the sky ; there joys unfold;
When vines on vineyards untwine and smells for wine to made;
When grass be brown and grapes shall dry in orchard they laid;
When fruits swell til they ripens and harvest will be done,
I love thee and will to thee and will not be gone.
When Winter comes, the mountain caps will be filled with snows;
When breeze of the wind so freeze and cold and it bitter it blows;
When leaves shall fall and boughs are broken by winters blade;
When mourning comes on valleys and days sadly wade.
When songs and music be silenced in the starless night,
I love thee and will yield to thee for my loves give light.
Ill rest upon her love forver til change of weather.
Ill love thee and will to thee til worlds over.
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