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Apple blossoms dancing waltzes through the air
Dove white petals land like confetti in auburn hair
Beautiful springtime laughter warms winter’s frigid souls

Suddenly innocence disappears as the echo of the song quickly dulls
Dawn returns and the dream slowly fades into the insipid reality of the day

And then, just as dawn retuned … the memory of the dream returns a smile to an intrepid dreamer