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When the flowers do bloom
within the white grasp of snow
that’s when you’ll find me.

Where the river can flow upwards
and the stream sings nice and gently
that’s where you’ll find me

You believed
and with belief came strength
that’s why you’ll find me

Through trust and with faith
humbled and disgraced
that’s how you’ll find me

Who am I?
I am the flower

staining the pureness of the snow

I am the river

that doesn’t know the correct way to flow

I am the belief

the spark that started it all

I am the disgrace

that led you to this place.

I am

a teenager

I am

an adult

I am

a child

I am

a memory


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