Ahead, behind me
I look forward at mirror;
Forward is backward
I look forward at mirror;
Forward is backward
Lucy looks to left
Staring at other mirror.
(It's just a picture).
Staring at other mirror.
(It's just a picture).
Warm breeze filled morning;
Snow is fleeing from the field.
(Where is it going?)
Snow is fleeing from the field.
(Where is it going?)
Near the roaring stream
A fat squirrel leaps from tree;
Quickly disappears.
A fat squirrel leaps from tree;
Quickly disappears.
Loudly the wind blows,
Echoing with the crow cries
And bowing the trees.
Echoing with the crow cries
And bowing the trees.
Puddles in the woods;
Is this non winter over?
What season is it?
The familiar bend
Always turns to mystery
Until I get there.
Always turns to mystery
Until I get there.
Now the road side stream
Released from its winter ice
Begins to flow again.
Released from its winter ice
Begins to flow again.
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