Spring

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The scent of flowers waft's through the air
The children they play without one care
Spring
The butterfly's they float
like a boat on a moat
Spring
The song of the bird
The wind whispers the word
Spring
The sun is bright
The breeze gentle and light
Spring
My soul is free like a dove
Oh, how I love
Spring





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