Spring has sprung,
and songs must be sung.
The young birds are here,
and so are the deer.
There is a new breeze,
and we see the trees.
New life is born,
and there shall be no scorn.
Everywhere is new life,
I do not play the fife!
and songs must be sung.
The young birds are here,
and so are the deer.
There is a new breeze,
and we see the trees.
New life is born,
and there shall be no scorn.
Everywhere is new life,
I do not play the fife!
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