A tiny meadow,
Standing there,
Glistening strawberries,
Waiting there,
It is delightful to me.
A taste of the berry,
Is quite revitalizing,
The sweet scent,
Is intoxicating,
A gift for me.
We celebrate,
The plentiful harvest,
We stuff ourselves,
And can eat no more,
But we are happy as can be.
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