I thank the gods who gave to me
The yearly privilege to see,
Under the orchards' galaxy,
April reveal her new-drenched skin;
And for the timeless touch within
Whereby I recognise my kin.
The yearly privilege to see,
Under the orchards' galaxy,
April reveal her new-drenched skin;
And for the timeless touch within
Whereby I recognise my kin.
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