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A smiling sun in a cloudless sky,
We hear wonderful angelic song melody.
On Sunday, holding a sprig of willow,
I wish not to know the sorrow and misery.
I want to holiness always surrounded,
To the joy of the soul in a crystal core,
Not only willow is cleared,
But there lived a lot of heat.
I wish happiness has always been there,
So that all the days of adversity spared,
That the Lord watch over you with his eyes,
To life was turbulent river.
I wish you always be happy,
To always reigned in the heart of spring,
On Sunday, holding a sprig of willow,
You awakens from its winter sleep.
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Willow humbly bowed her head,
Sprigs of-hands clasped in prayer.
Yves will be happy today,
Tears, holy water, sprinkled.
I really want you to be with the willow,
We understood the main essence of being,
What we came to the holy land,
Each for some reason and every reason.
And Sunday is sacred,
That we forgot anxiety and fear,
And quietly with willow bowed in prayer,
Believing that happiness in our hearts.
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Palm Sunday knocked at the house,
Let the comfort of always dwells in it.
I wish love, happiness and kindness,
That soul was always joyful.
To God all my life next to you was,
To you in the heart of holiness preserved.
I wish to be sincere with you,
Let Willow give you peace and quiet.
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The ringing of bells.
Willow opened buds.
In the soul reigns spring.
All the people rejoice.
Today is an important day.
Not just on Sunday.
It will change the life, on the contrary.
Author Ian Vishnevskaya
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