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The land was white
While the winter moon as absent from the night
And the blackness only pierced by far off stars
But as every day still succeeds the darkest moments we have known
When season turn
Springtime colours will return
And as the first pale flowers of the lengthening hours
Seem to brighten the twilight and that melancholy cloak
Then a fresh perfume just seems to burst from each bloom
Until the green shoots through each day
As it arrives in every shade of hope
When Summer Comes
There will be a dream of peace
And a breath that I've held so long that I can barely release
Then perhaps I may even find a room somewhere
Just a place I can still speak to you
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Oscar Emmanuel Peterson, CC, CQ, O.Ont. (15 August 1925 – 23 December 2007)[1][2] was a Canadian jazz pianist and composer. Called the "Maharajah of the keyboard" by Duke Ellington,[3] Oscar Peterson is considered to have been one of the greatest pianists of all time.[4] He played to audiences worldwide in a career lasting more than 60 years.