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When the snow has gone, Letting in the sweet smells of spring, Would you come with me to see The cherry trees in bloom? Each year, their flowers open, And with them so
too our hearts. Next year shall you and I meet again under this tree?
Cherish our encounters,
Cherish too then the moment.
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