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|Will you dance with me through fields of clover,
Inhaling Mother Nature's sweet perfume,
Laughing as we tiptoe through the celandine,
Daring to stoop and pick wild daffodils.
Following bumblebees across the meadow,
Let's skip across carpets of blanket flowers,
Our songs of praise raising to the stars,
We'll stop to admire baby blue eyes,
Entwine garlands of foxgloves in our hair,
Racing across the states we discover,
Spring's new growth in blooming wild flowers.