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Spring Is Coming
Soft grey days fading fast, the birds joyfully sing
Telling the end of Winter, the beginning of Spring.
Fresh new grass, and leaves start to grow,
The blustery southwest winds begin to blow.
Thin, high clouds turn puffy and billowy once again.
The earth awakens from her slumber, animals leave their den.
As if they all, with one accord, greet the arrival of Spring once more.
Spring: joyful, soft, sweet Spring. On the wind, its song will soar.
Telling the end of Winter, the beginning of Spring.
Fresh new grass, and leaves start to grow,
The blustery southwest winds begin to blow.
Thin, high clouds turn puffy and billowy once again.
The earth awakens from her slumber, animals leave their den.
As if they all, with one accord, greet the arrival of Spring once more.
Spring: joyful, soft, sweet Spring. On the wind, its song will soar.
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