It sprouts in my soul
Luxuriates gaily
Mistletoe of the kisses
Spring on its eve
Gracefully clad like longing
Her eyes anxious pearls
Zephyr brings the tear
Conceived in spring
Labored by the mistletoe
Spring's coming
Cinderella is lonely
Her eyes like pearls.
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