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| O TULIPS AND FRIENDS I gather friends close to me like tulips in the spring. They always return, you see, no matter what the winter brings. Life often leads the wandering way to places far and wide, Tulip buds pop up each May, their devotion hasn't died. If one year cold weather holds and flowers fail to show, I know they'll in time unfold despite the grip of snow. That's how it is with tulips planted once like friendship's vow. When time has passed and blooms are clipped, they'll be back again somehow. I gather friends close to me like the tulips fresh and bright. We'll meet again when time has come.. It will be a glorious sight! |
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