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Dec - 28/22
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Apple blossom sprays have come,
youth is at the gate -
Lusty voiced and telling there
is not time to wait -
All the winding roads of life
ever beckon on -
And apple blossom time -
will very soon be gone.

Apple blossom sprays have come -
silently they call -
Our gipsy hearts in answer,
loosen every thrall
Their wafted sweetness follows,
and every sad thought spurns
For Hope - bright-eyed is waiting
where the green road
turns.