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Cherry Blossom Lake (Sakura, Japan)
When our babe he goeth walking in his garden
Around his tinkling feet the sunbeams play.
The posies they are good to him
And bow them as they should to him,
As he fareth upon his kingly way.
The birdlings of the wood to him
Make music, gentle music, all the day
When our babe he goeth walking in his garden.