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点击复制One by one the pages fall
and spring is late yet near
I’ve learned to count the buds unbloomed
and wait through every tear
Time conducts its quiet score
its melody both soft and long
We wander through its subtle notes
seeking where we belong
Some dreams arrive before their time
some leave too soon to see
Yet every wind that touched my cheek
has stayed inside of me
I hide the days within my heart
and let them bloom unseen
If spring delays it only means —
it comes with grace serene