Ten past, long so I wait
With visions rolling great
Sweet to know it’s my fate.
An eye at the coming’s state,
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I do call it love’s spring flower.
It has delight that blooms
With pride seen in a shower.
I do call it love’s spring flower.
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Do of what use have I to despair?
Gloom, should I let, inhabit the air?
Of my love, loss sweetened with snare
To mislead me in grief to stay bare
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The fire sings to me to rest in calm,
“Come I will give you warmth full of balm
Away from the bite of winter’s harm”.
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The bright sparks are excited
In the sky,
They dwell
In tranquility
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A bright new beginning after the winter's storm,
With open arms has sprinkled on them life in its new form.
How merry are the blossoms for the spring’s coming is warm.
Welcoming is the atmosphere humane to charm
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The mind it metabolizes,
When consumed
With interest deep
To broad strength
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