Blossoms spring from darkness;
From slumbering depths
Beneath snows of winter.
Time to awaken!
Life waits to burst
From hopes hidden,
Bud from unseen mysteries of old;
In their appointed time.
Spring!
We call your name and rejoice
Come forth, oh maiden of earth,
It is time to dance.
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