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⣿⣿⣿⡷ ⡢⡹⣦⡑⢂⢕⢂⢕⢂⢕⢂
⣿⣿ ⣾⣦⡐⢌⢿⣷⣦⣅⡑ ⢿ ⣛
⣡⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣦⣑ ⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡵⢁⣤⣶⣶⣿⢿
⣾⣿⣿⡿⢟⣛⣻⣿⣿⣿⣦⣬⣙⣻⣿⣿⣷⣿⣿⢟⢝⢕⢕
⣿⣿ ⢀⣀⣀⣈⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣗⢕⢕⢕⢕
⢷⣂ ⣴⣾⡿⡿⡻⡻⣿⣿⣴⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⣵⣵⣵⣷
⢌ ⣿⡿⡫⡪⡪⡪⡪⣺⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿ ⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿
⡁ ⡪⡪⡪⡪⣪⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿ ⢉⢍⢄⢌ ⣿⣿⣿
⡣⡘⢄ ⣾⣾⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡀⢐⢕⢕⢕⢕⢕⡘⣿⣿
⢊⢂⢣ ⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣧⢐⢕⢕⢕⢕⢕⢅⣿⣿
⢝⡢ ⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⣕⣑⣑⣑⣵⣿⣿⣿
⡂⡀⢑⢕⡅ ⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⢋
⣂ ⢕ ⡀ ⡀ ⢈ ⢍⢛⢛⢛⢋⢔⢕
A gust of wind plays the tune, a start of the Etude.
O Sakura tree, start your symphony.
The wind bathes her spring flowers light
Believe in her power, let faith take control
There is no need to be scared
Stand firm, here in our world, the Sakura tree dances
Will our voices reach you?
A poem that transcends the limits of this world
Putting down this brush, reach them!
Beyond my limits
the petals flickering the light passing through,
the glittering colours, the worlds start to blur.
The petals falling like spring snow from the sky,
they will also disappear as the light shines through.
You stand over there, surrounded by blooming Sakura.
The light appears
in your mind's eye,
the mental image crossing the edge of this world.
A butterfly,
springing back to life.