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The Song of Spring
Sweet spring spreads far and wide Fetching flowers decorate the hillside. The valley; the fields, woods and streams, thaw from the winter of frozen dreams. Spring sings of love, of a new beginning for young and old alike; each heart seeping in the charm of rebirth and beauty in nature, aspiration is the hallmark of her features. The touch of spring is soft and warm, takes away the last of flake and storm. Winds of welcome change softly erase the clouds of grief inserting joy in place. Let the spring in life last forever Let its vitality dominate us ever If nature could rediscover its beauty why should we fail in a similar duty?
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