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China
February 29, 2008
In winter,when the fields are white,I sing this song for your delight.
In spring,when woods are getting green,I'll try and tellyou what I mean.
In summer,when the days are long,Perhaps you'll understand the song.
In autumn,when the leaves are brown,Take pen and write it down.
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