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The
sun is shining brightly
On
every sweet bouquet
The
air is warm and friendly
In
love with it I'll stay

The
breezes fill my senses
In
every waking day
Trees
are sharing blessings
All
dressed and on display

The
willow now is weeping
What
beauty in this sight
It
fills my heart with beauty
It
fills me with delight

The
flowers are all dancing
To
melodies of Spring
The
birds in life are happy
With
love they now take wing

My
heart is gently racing
When
rainbows fill the sky
The
raindrops are so welcome
Their
gift for Spring's sweet sigh

My
soul it keeps repeating
The
song I want to sing
What
beauty can we ever know
Until
the joy of Spring.

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