| The tiny bids are making lace In all the leafless trees, The timid flowers hide their face For fear they may freeze But yet within me well I know That spring will soon be here For tips of grass now shly show In many places near Some birds are coming back today And soon there will be more To fill the air with music gay For winter will be o'er, The years have made me very old, And yet I get a thrill When nature awakens from the cold And spring is on the hill |
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| Springtime |
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