In the blowing of the wind and in the chill of winter, we remember Zina.
In the opening of buds and in the rebirth of spring, we remember Zina.
In the blueness of the sky and in the warmth of summer, we remember Zina.
In the rustling of leaves and in the beauty of autumn, we remember Zina.
In the beginning of the year and when it ends, we remember Zina.
When we are weary and in need of strength, we remember Zina.
When we are lost and sick at heart, we remember Zina.
When we have joys we yearn to share, we remember Zina.
So long as we live, they too shall live, for they are now a part of us, as we remember Zina.
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