Sweet spring is your time, is my time, is our time,
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For spring time is love time and viva sweet love.
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All the merry little birds are flying, in the floating, in the very spirits
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Singing in our winging in the blossoming.
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Lovers go and lovers come,
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Are wandering, are wandering.
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But any two are perfectly alone,
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There¡¯s nobody else alive.
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Such a sky and such a sun, I never knew, and neither did you
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And everybody never breathed quite so many kinds of youths.
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Not a trick and count these leaves, each our self pile opening
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But shining who by thousands mean only one amazing thing.
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Secretly adored, shiny, tiny, winging
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Darting, floating, merry, in the blossoming,
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Always joyful selves are singing.
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Sweet spring is your time, is my time, is our time,
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For spring time is love time, and viva sweet love.
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Sweet spring
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