And walked with me
Up the hill
Breathing softness in the air
Opening gates within my head
The birds felt her presence
Pouring forth symphonies
Of unrestrained welcome
It was mid-January
And she just came
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| Spring came today And walked with me Up the hill Breathing softness in the air Opening gates within my head The birds felt her presence Pouring forth symphonies Of unrestrained welcome It was mid-January And she just came |
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