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I love the sights of new-found things.
The sweet smell of showers or rain 
Gently falling down all around me ,
The coolness that it sometimes brings.

Rising way up into the endless sky
I love to see way up atop a mountain
Where soft and gentle falling snow
And so high that nary a bird does fly.

I love to see Spring flowers in bloom
With dew drops they are all aglow, 
Bursting forth with energy, and the
Feeling of sunshine coming into a room

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