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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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