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Rain has showered far her drip
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Splash and trickle running,
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Plant has flowered in the sand
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Shell and pebble sunning.
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So begins another spring,
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Green leaves and of berries,
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Chiff-chaff eggs are painted by
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Mother bird eating cherries.
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In the misty tangled sky
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Fast a wind is blowing,
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In the new-born rabbit's heart
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River life is flowing.
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So begins another spring,
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Green leaves and of berries,
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Chiff-chaff eggs are painted by
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Mother bird eating cherries.
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>From the dark and wetted soil,
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Petals are unfolding.
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>From the stony village kirk,
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Easter bells of old ring.
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So begins another spring,
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Green leaves and of berries,
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Chiff-chaff eggs are painted by
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Mother bird eating cherries.
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Rain has showered far her drip
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Splash and trickle running,
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Plant has flowered in the sand
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Shell and pebble sunning.
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So begins another spring,
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Green leaves and of berries,
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Chiff-chaff eggs are painted by
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Mother bird eating cherries.
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The Lullaby Of Spring
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