December 1, 2011
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Blossoms are falling
They dance on the lake’s surface
I watch as they fall

She plays her guitar
Softly her melody sings;
Her lover now gone

He was lost to war
Many tears formed a river
She still waits for him

The song still lives on,
Yet sadness is beautiful
The way the strings play

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