Walking thru the park I see, cherry blossoms falling from the trees.
Gently floating on the breeze, their wondrous fragrance makes me sigh.
With the sun caressing my face, they take me to a distant place.
A beautiful woman with lips that tasted like cherry wine.
Her face I can still see, and what it meant to be home with thee.
Like the cherry blossoms floating down.
Landing on the ground, never even making a sound.
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