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The Dreams of Youth
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Categories: metropolis
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A man lives a lifetime, the grass springs a year. The spring of grass and trees is in March, but the spring of life is now. Every blade of grass has its own spring, every tree knows that spring is its own season. Grass buds grow in the spring rain, flowers bloom in their own season, and life, in its own season, what reason is there for decadence?