SpringThey set the sun, On fields of grass, They live in different worlds,Spring
They fight the world, By day by night, They leave us tumbling forward,
They sleep away, the frostless days, and say hello each morn,
they hibernate, and regenerate, each season of loving,
They show love, for friends and family, for wives and husbands alike, they show flowing robes, of putrid golds, and pinks that satires hold.
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