Days are not far, sun’ll shine,
Honey laden orchards and aroma of wine
The drowsing winds will sweep forever
All the merry and joy full time
The cloak of darkness ll be lifted forever
The dead biting cold ll be banished from here
The buds will rear up from wilted roses
And all the happiness we ll share
- Ashu
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