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Mourn not the withered fallen bloom
Change comes to meet us like a test
The seasons sweep us with their broom
We dream of crimson rose perfume
In winter gardens tranquil rest
Mourn not the withered fallen bloom
We dream of warmth in family rooms
Each meal a treasure in our chest
The seasons sweep us with their broom
We dream of light in sacred tombs
The end that is the next great quest
Mourn not the withered fallen bloom
We dream of branches in the gloom
Vigils held for emptied nests
The seasons sweep us with their broom
Nature’s tapestry fills our loom
Threads rising east and setting west
Mourn not the withered fallen bloom
The seasons sweep us with their broom