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I assign that good smell when you're peeling an orange.
I also assign that the trees are finally green, and in fact the color green itself.
Be praised for all Your tenderness
By these works of Your hands
Suns that rise and rains that fall to bless
And bring to life Your land
Look down upon this winter wheat
And be glad that You have made
Blue for the sky and the color green
That fills these fields with praise
Except that horrid avocado green that was popular in the seventies, and the green/yellow color of disgusting and molding things that I won't mention.
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But all the while I sit and think of times there were before
I listen for returning feet and voices at the door
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